Cats on the road - Le Chemin de St-Jacques de Compostelle: Espalion

jeudi 8 mai 2008

Espalion - 126 km

Il a recommencé à faire chaud après deux journées de fraîche; j'ai traversé le plateau de l'Aubrac et ses paysages époustouflants avec beaucoup d'émotion. Espalion est une ville plus grande que les petits villages que nous avons traversés jusqu'à maintenant, et ça fait bizarre de se retrouver face à face avec la modernité après avoir erré dans les bois avec seulement l'essentiel sur le dos! Demain je pars pour Estaing et j'arriverai à Conques dimanche pour la fête de la Pentecôte.

2 commentaires:

Unknown a dit…: Et comment te portes-tu?
Comment va ton corps? Pas trop d'ampoules, de maux de dos?
J'espère que ça va :); 8 mai 2008 à 07:32
Anonyme a dit…: WOw 126 km presuqe 10% du chemin de fait dejà :P Ça va vraiment bien ;) Lâche pas et monte les montagnes comme seule la vie peut te le permettre. Ah et j'ai une question existentielle pour toi: est-ce que tu dors les yeux en dessous au dessus des couvertures?; 8 mai 2008 à 08:03

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''If you want to sing out, sing out'' de Cat Stevens

Well, if you want to sing out, sing out
And if you want to be free, be free
'Cause there's a million things to be
You know that there are

And if you want to live high, live high
And if you want to live low, live low
'Cause there's a million ways to go
You know that there are

You can do what you want
The opportunity's on
And if you find a new way
You can do it today
You can make it all true
And you can make it undo you see its easy
You only need to know

Well if you want to say yes, say yes
And if you want to say no, say no
'Cause there's a million ways to go
You know that there are
And if you want to be me, be me
And if you want to be you, be you
'Cause there's a million things to do
You know that there are

Well, if you want to sing out, sing out
And if you want to be free, be free
'Cause there's a million things to be
You know that there are

''Road to find out'' de Cat Stevens

Well I left my happy home to see what I could find out
I left my folk and friends with the aim to clear my mind out
Well I hit the rowdy road and many kinds I met there
Many stories told me of the way to get there

So on and on I go, the seconds tick the time out
There's so much left to know, and I'm on the road to find out

Well in the end I'll know, but on the way I wonder
Through descending snow, and through the frost and thunder Well, I listen to the wind come howl, telling me I have to hurry I listen to the robin's song saying not to worry

So on and on I go, the seconds tick the time out
There's so much left to know, and I'm on the road to findout

Then I found myself alone, hopin' someone would miss me Thinking about my home, and the last woman to kiss me
But sometimes you have to moan when nothing seems to suit yer
But nevertheless you know you're locked towards the future

So on and on you go, the seconds tick the time out
There's so much left to know, and I'm on the road to findout

Then I found my head one day when I wasn't even trying
And here I have to say, 'cause there is no use in lying
Yes the answer lies within, so why not take a look now?
Kick out the devil's sin, pick up a good book now

''Desolation Row'' de Bob Dylan

They're selling postcards of the hanging
They're painting the passports brown
The beauty parlor is filled with sailors
The circus is in town
Here comes the blind commissioner
They've got him in a trance
One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker
The other is in his pants
And the riot squad they're restless
They need somewhere to go
As Lady and I look out tonight
From Desolation Row

Cinderella, she seems so easy
"It takes one to know one," she smiles
And puts her hands in her back pockets
Bette Davis style
And in comes Romeo, he's moaning
"You Belong to Me I Believe"
And someone says," You're in the wrong place, my friend
You better leave"
And the only sound that's left
After the ambulances go
Is Cinderella sweeping up
On Desolation Row

Now the moon is almost hidden
The stars are beginning to hide
The fortunetelling lady
Has even taken all her things inside
All except for Cain and Abel
And the hunchback of Notre Dame
Everybody is making love
Or else expecting rain
And the Good Samaritan, he's dressing
He's getting ready for the show
He's going to the carnival tonight
On Desolation Row

Now Ophelia, she's 'neath the window
For her I feel so afraid
On her twenty-second birthday
She already is an old maid
To her, death is quite romantic
She wears an iron vest
Her profession's her religion
Her sin is her lifelessness
And though her eyes are fixed upon
Noah's great rainbow
She spends her time peeking
Into Desolation Row

Einstein, disguised as Robin Hood
With his memories in a trunk
Passed this way an hour ago
With his friend, a jealous monk
He looked so immaculately frightful
As he bummed a cigarette
Then he went off sniffing drainpipes
And reciting the alphabet
Now you would not think to look at him
But he was famous long ago
For playing the electric violin
On Desolation Row

Dr. Filth, he keeps his world
Inside of a leather cup
But all his sexless patients
They're trying to blow it up
Now his nurse, some local loser
She's in charge of the cyanide hole
And she also keeps the cards that read
"Have Mercy on His Soul"
They all play on penny whistles
You can hear them blow
If you lean your head out far enough
From Desolation Row

Across the street they've nailed the curtains
They're getting ready for the feast
The Phantom of the Opera
A perfect image of a priest
They're spoonfeeding Casanova
To get him to feel more assured
Then they'll kill him with self-confidence
After poisoning him with words
And the Phantom's shouting to skinny girls
"Get Outa Here If You Don't Know
Casanova is just being punished for going
To Desolation Row"

Now at midnight all the agents
And the superhuman crew
Come out and round up everyone
That knows more than they do
Then they bring them to the factory
Where the heart-attack machine
Is strapped across their shoulders
And then the kerosene
Is brought down from the castles
By insurance men who go
Check to see that nobody is escaping
To Desolation Row

Praise be to Nero's Neptune
The Titanic sails at dawn
And everybody's shouting
"Which Side Are You On?"
And Ezra Pound and T. S. Eliot
Fighting in the captain's tower
While calypso singers laugh at them
And fishermen hold flowers
Between the windows of the sea
Where lovely mermaids flow
And nobody has to think too much
About Desolation Row

Yes, I received your letter yesterday
(About the time the door knob broke)
When you asked how I was doing
Was that some kind of joke?
All these people that you mention
Yes, I know them, they're quite lame
I had to rearrange their faces
And give them all another name
Right now I can't read too good
Don't send me no more letters no
Not unless you mail them
From Desolation Row

"Partir à pied" de Jacques Lanzmann

Partir à pied.
Parce qu'au lieu de traverser les choses, on les côtoie.
Parce qu'au lieu de croiser les gens, on les accompagne.
Parce qu'au lieu de filer à travers un pays, on file son chemin. Parce que le paysage, qu'il soit plaine ou montagne, déprimant ou enthousiasmant, est à la fois notre prisonnier et notre geôlier.

Marcher, c'est perdre peu à peu tout ce que l'on a acquis de superflu, y compris les superlatifs.
C'est se mettre en doute et en question dans un monde mécanisé.
C'est ressentir et entendre presqu'aussitôt les réponses de son propre corps, confronté à une nouvelle expérience.
Marcher, c'est se mettre à l'écoute du corps, qui n'en renvient pas d'être aussi solicité et libéré.

Quelques pensées cueillies en route

-If you live your life fully in the present moment, tomorrow will take care of itself and the past will stop to torment you.
-Le chemin commence quand le sentier se termine.
-Le hasard, c'est Dieu qui passe incognito.
-Je suis heureux parce que c'est bon pour la santé.
-Ce n'est pas le chemin qui est difficile, c'est ce qui est difficile qui est le chemin.
-Dans l'immensité désertique de l'Aubrac il n'y a rien ou plutôt il y a tout (proverbe).
-Dans le silence et la solitude on n'entend plus que l'essentiel.
-Ne ceuillez pas les fleurs sur votre chemin, mais laissez-les pour que d'autres puissent les découvrir, et vous aurez toutes les fleurs du monde.
-Le Chemin, ce n'est pas tant trouver des réponses que commencer à se poser des questions.
-Quand on a rien, on a tout ce qui reste.
-Je marche: mes pas seront mes mots, le chemin, ma chanson, la fatigue, ma prière, et enfin, peut-être, mon silence me parlera (chant pélerin).
-Don't change what you are, change where you go.
-We shall not rest from exploration. And the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time (T.S. Elliot).
-Le Chemin m'a appris que les choses inutiles avaient un sens.
-Entendez la forêt qui pousse au lieu de l'arbre qui tombe.
-Un imbécile qui marche va toujours plus loin qu'un philosophe assis.
-Sur le chemin, toutes les belles envolées philosophiques ou spirituelles descendent très vite vers les doigts de pied au niveau du sparadrap.
-L’expérience est une chose merveilleuse. Elle vous aide à reconnaître une erreur, lorsque vous la faites une seconde fois.
-Donner est un plaisir plus durable que recevoir. Car celui qui donne est celui qui s’en souvient plus longtemps.
-Des ignorants ne savaient pas que la chose était impossible. Alors ils l’ont faite.
-Un présent sans risque donnera un avenir sans futur.
-Le temps qui passe est un compagnon reposant.
-Afin d’exécuter de grandes choses, il faut vivre comme si on ne devait jamais mourir.
-Il faut vivre comme à notre dernier jour, et rêver comme si nous étions éternels.
-Rêver sa vie, vivre ses rêves.
-Réaliser tous ses rêves, sauf un, pour avoir toujours quelque chose à espérer.
-En voyageant, on ne devient pas quelqu’un d’autre, mais on réapprend à être soi-même.

Cats on the road - Le Chemin de St-Jacques de Compostelle

jeudi 8 mai 2008

Espalion - 126 km

2 commentaires:

Ma liste de blogs

Itinéraire

Tu as vécu de nombreuses vies

Isabelle

On se retrouve toujours

Sentier enchanté

Tous les matins 2

Tous les matins 1

France

Finis Terrea

Église espagnole

Ophélie

Crépuscule bleu

Escuche el silencio 4

Escuche el silencio 3

Escuche el silencio 2

Escuche el silencio 1

Aurore espagnole

"M. Tambourine Man" de Bob Dylan (extrait)

''Tea for the tillerman'' de Cat Stevens

''If you want to sing out, sing out'' de Cat Stevens

''Road to find out'' de Cat Stevens

''Desolation Row'' de Bob Dylan

Prière pélerine, de Jean Debruyne

Anonyme

"Partir à pied" de Jacques Lanzmann

"La terre rouge" de Khalil Gibran

Quelques pensées cueillies en route