Mon vrai père avait des drôles de berceuse et des réveils matins singuliers pour la petite fille en manque de monde que j’étais. Entre Chants Grégoriens et Léo Ferré, entre Pia Colombo et Chants Liturgiques, entre Maurice Fanon et Anne Sylvestre, entre Klaus Nomi et Hugues Aufray, entre Félix Leclerc et Leonard Cohen… tous me bercent encore dans une lumière feutrée, pour ne laisser passer que les lucioles en chœur et marteler mes cauchemars…

« Suzanne takes you down to her place near the river

You can hear the boats go by

You can spend the night beside her

And you know that she’s half crazy

But that’s why you want to be there

And she feeds you tea and oranges

That come all the way from China

And just when you mean to tell her

That you have no love to give her

Then she gets you on her wavelength

And she lets the river answer

That you’ve always been her lover

And you want to travel with her

And you want to travel blind

And you know that she will trust you

For you’ve touched her perfect body with your mind.

And Jesus was a sailor

When he walked upon the water

And he spent a long time watching

From his lonely wooden tower

And when he knew for certain

Only drowning men could see him

He said « All men will be sailors then

Until the sea shall free them »

But he himself was broken

Long before the sky would open

Forsaken, almost human

He sank beneath your wisdom like a stone

And you want to travel with him

And you want to travel blind

And you think maybe you’ll trust him

For he’s touched your perfect body with his mind.

Now Suzanne takes your hand

And she leads you to the river

She is wearing rags and feathers

From Salvation Army counters

And the sun pours down like honey

On our lady of the harbour

And she shows you where to look

Among the garbage and the flowers

There are heroes in the seaweed

There are children in the morning

They are leaning out for love

And they will lean that way forever

While Suzanne holds the mirror

And you want to travel with her

And you want to travel blind

And you know that you can trust her

For she’s touched your perfect body with her mind.”

Et curieusement ou logiquement, la (première) femme que j’ai adopté pour Mère Adoptive se nomme Suzanne Cohen… la vie est un clown triste qui fait rire malgré elle!

(Photo de Jan Saudek « Susanne »)