"Where do you live ... Pauline? "
On April 4, 2008 by Yves Duteil
Eleventh from the album "(fr) agile
(Words and Music Yves Duteil)
Search "Pauline," desperately ... I will sing today to offer a voice to those who, one day, victims of domestic violence, must vanish in the wild to escape the fatal blow, for those whose silence n ' is more than a breath of despair, and who can no longer rely on their own to survive. We accompanied your background risk, measured the abyss which opened beneath your feet every time you tried to react to stop the brutality, the drama. Not a chance. You do not have we left, Pauline, wherever you are, you're with us. If you still love Stephen King, you will know we think of you each of your birthdays, and every time he publishes a new novel ... It's just that no one knows where to send it to you ...
"Where do you live now Pauline
Make us know if you hear me
Four times the roses have faded
Since you left us ... "
To listen to the excerpt of the song, click the arrow below:
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Dear Yves,
The day starts well with it is true some sun outside ...
And this gives me new single on the first hearing a particular emotion, the same already felt for your song "If you do not die" in the previous album in 2001.
A strong song on a serious subject and all too often at the heart of the news.
"Maybe Will you it is enough
they look a little closer to your life "...
What do we all think.
I hope this song will be highlighted by the media.
This evening at Bois-Colombes ...
Eventually the sun will shine until late at night!
Emotionally
Yvonnick
Hello, urge the release of the album one can listen to the result of each of your new works. The latter is moving, not easy to deal with this topic and you are doing very well .. Congratulations
Hello;
serious about serious song to listen to better understand it right I think, even if the beginning says it all ...
Yves friendship;
Philippe.
when one is how pauline remain insensitive to the cry of the heart that you lancez.au BEYOND all the humiliations and sufferings or entities that have suffered this great text written for it will undoubtedly rebuild . if all the guys in the world ... .... like you were there would never pauline.chapeau artist! and especially thank you to the heart of man so generous that you are
Yves Good evening,
My God ... this extract. escape ... ... leave her family. to hide ... then just try to forget what happened ... rebuild ... .. difficult, hard!
"The love faded" ... tear ... ..
I put all these points of suspension because the path is long long, too long and often we want to forget the past .... we can not, even though a new happiness was born.
Yves thank you there is only you who can express those feelings, those suffering with words so simple, so true ... .. which are often still sore .... ... so sore.
THANK YOU
Good evening
It's very moving!
Because a song travel from one ear to the other
I hope it will land on its own, as
a bird on a branch for him to sing your
concern, and it will make you a sign
quickly to the concert
Love and kisses
"Where do you live Pauline? "On an island fragile? With just a little silence, a deep green water around you? "Where do you live Pauline? "On an island? At the end of the past?
Yes, it is very beautiful, a kind of prayer. The colors are very pure! There is no grief that a book can not console her, said Montaigne, and Montaigne was always right. Read Stephen King! Remember the hello "(fr) agile" Yves! You are part of his treasure from which it takes one of his works. This will appease a lot ...
Thierry
Pauline was "lost" to better meet and rebuild ...
This song, all in delicacy, is a hand extended to Pauline and all those whose body and heart suffer. Thank you for them.
Tomorrow, my thoughts accompany especially Ingrid suffering as it too!
Kisses and friendships. See you soon.
Annick.
hello
I just listened to the extract of this new song
what a wonder
I can not help but take my guitar and accompany you on this beautiful melody
thank you and congratulations
paul Serero
Yves O,
I am delighted to discover this new album ... but you will remain there so a little time available, a quarter of an hour ... go ... three minutes ... to come and sing at the festival in Belgium Cerasi ...
I think it is time for us to come hijack this moment of happiness in your diary 
It's still raining here, probably not to have seen you for far too long.
So, you hear with the ears and hearts whole.
Even a serious subject and tearing treated with tact and so smooth! It's beautiful!
Simple words, a melody involved and soothing, reassuring voice your ... We are moved!
A pearl is added, this necklace is worth so rare, promises to be your next album! The best? Maybe ...
Dear Yves
I read your call to Pauline, the text that brings the poignant excerpt from the song.
How to find it? not sure this song gets to his ears
Are there any other Monique Marcy in the radio? to pass this song on the radio so that it
reconnaisse.ou is someone in his entourage
understand
Your songs are like a balm on the wounds
It was to add to my first comment so the emotion is high
I kiss you
Armony
Hello Yves,
That song, I was waiting for since the beginning of the discovery of the album ... you we had sung at your concert in Woluwe-Saint-Pierre (Brussels) in the month of October.
I had been upset that night, for the beauty of this masterpiece véritbale both the music of the text ...
I know that tomorrow, your album will loop to the house and I will spend all the highlights ...
I think you left my favorite for last ... Pauline is beautiful!
Why on earth do we hear so few such songs on our radio or on television? Is it too overwhelming?
I can guarantee you that your album will hear everyone around me ... And not just ...
Thank you, sincerely! I can not wait to see the sun rise and enjoy my lunch time to throw myself to my "record store" ... And then ... what a beautiful afternoon and evening which I will go ... What happiness!
I look forward to seeing you on stage ...
Christian
Yves,
Thank you for your performance on RTL, where we heard a little bit of this song.
I can only think of the whole team in your village so strong and so united that breathes peace.
I would only repeat myself on the wonder that we carry you all so very much like everyone else on April 14th!
I have nothing else to say except hope and my best wishes to Pauline.
Courage.
Nicolas (Dijon)
Hello dear Yves ...
First thoughts for you tomorrow with the kick-off concert (fr) agile and presentation of the album in full ... when I think that those who will walk away with this album in their hands, while for others you will have to wait another 7 days ... it's not easy! but there is almost!
This melody, I listened to loop ten times, and under its apparent ease, it is clear that it has "something" ... a kind of inspired spontaneity that is imposed on us that even when we look long and not found, then ... suddenly, there it is, we accept the notes that come spontaneously and the rest follows easily, and you say "that's it!" ...
This is how I feel this song in its inspiration ...
Thank you ... I really like it when you call that. For me, the author is inseparable from the composer, and I'm not sure I would have loved all your songs much earlier if the music was not you.
There is also a strong identity in your music, with a knowledge, a leg that is up to you ...
Of course, I understand that as an artist, you might want to meet and share in song, and I'm happy as your collaborations since it was a wish you ...
In Marseille we embrace you, and give you 16 to Carnoux in Provence!
For me, this album contains 13 songs, not 12, because I include "Congratulations and thank you" written for Fugain ... and the text is really class ...
I wish you were singing in this album ... but hey, we can not take a gift ... it is not!
See you soon!
Dan
Rocked by an enchanting melody, the text "Where do you live Pauline" could it be a call for assistance and all the women violated, outraged, distressed ...
I really want!
With my appreciation for the depth of your paroles.A album soon!
I really did not think I would put a message on this particular song, although when you had offered us in Verviers March 2, she had touched me and made shiver, but today there are some hours it took just its real meaning in our family, we tremble for our daughter 5 months ... and I already know that in Paris tomorrow we will be very difficult to restrain our tears in a replay. But I already know that tomorrow will be a wonderful evening and a great support too.
thank you to you and Noëlle Yves thank you for coming.
Sonia
Only a few hours before the concert tonight. A little patience.
In a few hours, I agree with Sonia and her family on the train that takes us to Paris via Brussels.
Shared the joy to see you and hear you "for real", dear Yves, and sadness of the experiences of those who suffer violence from someone who was very close at times, as in the case of Pauline, I wear with Sonia and her family, the meaning of your words with particular sensitivity. How sad.
But the joy of the concert tonight brings us.
See you soon.
Chantal
Dear Yves,
In your epilogue, you will thank us for our loyal amitié.A we thank you for all those years of past and future happiness.
You translate what we feel and we can not not express, you do so well for us, personally I felt the comfort and serenity, as well as thanks to you we want to feel better day by day, you pull up. For your generosity towards children, those with humanitarian and your efforts, you are to me: the Abbot Pierre of the song '(so much for your modesty)
very affectionately
Saturday at Bergerac Armony
Dear Yves,
"Where do you live Pauline 'I' gene 'also states that" For the children around the world. "
Thank you, Yves, because you denounce the hidden feelings, tears and stifled the cries of those whose voices are already tired of those who think that hope will be a gift they think they never earned.
Children without a path, women desperate and alone, unknown and driven ...
With 'Pauline' you open their windows closed, give them the will to continue already forgotten, fight, denounce, to stop this fate empty and dark.
I remember one woman who told Dejazet thank you because it is a little Pauline.
I hope this helps to identify the tears of a huge force to cut links sad and continue to live and smile.
Fortunately, you take care of those who believe themselves lost and give them voice in songs.
Friends
Lilia and António Tavares, Portugal
Good evening
Tomorrow night's program "66 minutes" is devoted to battered women.
I find it unbearable to feel helpless before this misère.Et I express the wish to regress in 2009 violence
"But he probably would have sufficed
They look a little closer to your life "
Annie
"It was a lovely mother ..."
Her name was Tania I think the one that had managed to escape without disappearing ... one that, for months, lived in fear, terror, is protected as it was, continued to live in his little Ibrahima.
It was not enough as it just died.
"Violence against which ordinary people could not do anything"?
One understands better why "Pauline" no signs of life. Disappear so, was his only chance of survival ... but at what cost?
Disappear, try to start over, without actually knowing the serenity and the pain of having left everything behind ...
What suffering!
And for how such an ordeal?
What about the children who suffer! All will not have a grandfather to tell them "If I had your way ..."
I hope she has at least this song dedicated to him, to help it keep going in difficult times.
As one would still have that out of sight, you can find.
One day maybe ...?
To all women victims of violence, in whatever form they may be, I would like to express my solidarity and my friendship, my affection.
I know how difficult it is, how long it takes before you get others to "look a little closer to life" ...
I also know what strength it takes to face the day ... when so many people think that physically or psychologically abused women, women are "subject."
The "if I were you ...", the "you should ..." are deep wounds inflicted by people with good intentions ... but the horrible injuries that reinforce feelings of guilt and helplessness to get out of this hell!
My thoughts fly to all the "Pauline", beaten, outraged ... and all those, many also deprived of their liberty in spite of appearances.
In general, these women hide behind their smiles ... their means of resistance!
Good day to you.
Dear Yves,
Thursday morning, information on RTL made me jump ... Follow the link, read the text, listen to the extract and you will understand without difficulty.
http://www.rtl.fr/fiche/5949756696/arte-deprogramme-un-documentaire-apres-des-menaces-de-mort.html
A Pauline does not visibly. And yet, for all living Pauline hidden but still alive, there are dozens of women and now young girls who do not even have that chance.
When a voice rises to testify, to alert the public about the dangers faced by younger generations of girls subjected to the law of "City of the male," the voice is soon silenced.
Obviously, ARTE could not maintain its programming and jeopardize the lives of these witnesses retroactively silenced by fear and threats. But is it not also be the play of mental torturers of these girls to obey their diktat by not publishing this inconvenient truth?
I just this morning to express my anger, to deliver a text that I had addressed to "Madame Figaro" which was published in February 2003:
"Neither whores nor submissive" girls claim of cities.
Coincidence between the cry of revolt of the girls and the sudden death of Françoise Giroud, whose action the Secretary of State for Women opened so many doors to girls of my generation. Today, women have become our equality with men we had become so obvious, however legitimate, that we never imagined that the next generation would have to face discrimination even more sordid than the more subdued, which struck our mothers and grandmothers.
But here in the heart of the gray concrete of the cities of suburban ideas of another age have resurfaced, gangrene gradually zones of lawlessness in which regent by force and threat of lousy bosses in small General barely able to read and write properly. The decision to ax they relate to women betray their level of ignorance. For these boys, the picture offered by some pretty girls are considered provocative. For several months, I was worried to see the girls first, then women then (unconscious "fashion victims"), wear a skirt slipped over their pants. This fad came from cities already betrayed intolerance faced by girls born in this environment. Wear a skirt, especially if it is short, it's cause, "to be a whore," as the boys equipped with blinkers assert loud and clear. Here we are at the beginning of the third millennium and girls reduced to trickery to achieve a semblance display of femininity. Be a suitable girl as soon as we reached the marriageable age is not to be allowed out, spinning under the soft light of the "big brothers" and suffer in silence.
What major sin these girls have they therefore guilty to deserve such treatment? No, if not have a deep desire to live normally, to integrate and jump into the first "social elevator" that passes. Academic success is often brilliant in their little sisters scares the boys, and it is worse than violence inspired by fear. The ignorance and repressed feelings of inferiority are transformed very easily in spite. When the accumulated hatred is any support, however tenuous it may be, in a so-called religious or ethnic tradition, it's missing any element in this explosive cocktail that women are the first victims.
The "March of Women," this courageous initiative intelligent girls against a major form of intolerance that colonizes our suburbs is a first glimmer of hope for them to build a future of free women in the land of human rights ...
Help these young girls to make everyone understand that they will not let anyone trample on their dignity. Support them in their action before the submission of women is the norm in these zones of lawlessness. Support them before the new obscurantism not spread to other social strata, extending as a matrix of shadow on other cities, other regions. Act primarily with them before the generations to tell us, one day, "but how could you let this happen?" Like young Germans sometimes questioning their grandparents.
That's it. It was in 2003. Before the retreat (perhaps understandable ...) ARTE, I wonder if a magazine today would have the courage to publish this text.
We are in 2010 and nothing has changed. On the contrary, I think things have changed negatively. Sometimes I would not have these intuitions that are often accurate. I fear now that the battle of the girls (if there is still fighting ...) is now lost, and that the submission is becoming the rule, as I feared then.
Yesterday, in "Stop or Encore," I heard Jean Ferrat singing "Woman Is the Future of Man." What a pity that the texts of Aragon no longer be studied in college because they are considered too complicated for these "young then."
Unless there again, somewhere, some teachers came into cultural resistance against the void? If this is not the case, it is high time!
That, dear Yves, my big shot in anger of the week. I needed to share it with you and all our friends ...
Thank you to everyone who had the courage to read through.
Love and kisses to Yves and Christmas.
Love to all,
Hélène.
Helen thank you to revive our consciences.
Bravo for your text.
EMMA
Me too, dear Helen, I say bravo to cry ... cry that does not apply to these girls believe me, even if they are in danger, because it is their future, and the future of all!
Keep in mind, in your fight those of my generation, almost 60 years, who resist and are still fighting for their freedom, we are very many ... and not necessarily from the cities ... it's all media that some women are forced to struggle to exist!
This is the woman that must be defended because, like you, I often feel that we should very little that everything changes on the wrong side.
As for the teachers ... I belonged to this world ... that of the kindergarten and elementary school ... (in very different places socially at the option of many moves) ... where teachers try to instill the values of the first "living together" ... and it is not easy, believe me!
This business has become so difficult with so many constraints "administrative" and "social" than those who embark on this adventure have all my sympathy and affection.
I have no regrets for having abandoned this profession for which I had a passion! hours and hours of preparation, organization, to be able to listen during the day and evening to be available for parents often anguished ... before returning to his family for which you no longer enough patience or time to devote.
But I understand your anger ... I just wanted to say that everyone does what he can, I believe it.
"Woman is the Future of Man" Aragon said ... let us fight, everyone, for it to be really!
Sincerely
And yes, Jocelyne Jane, everyone does what he can, but no person shall be the impossible.
That is why, after 14 years of education (especially with adolescents disgusted with the school system who had chosen the path of learning) I turned the page.
The function of the teacher is not fully complete the mission of parents, but to complement it. Today is not complete enough, and the constraints you mention are indeed obstacles to the exercise of teaching.
As Yves said one day, "Being a parent is the only one for which he is required no diploma, no certificate, no specific permit. But when there is an accident in that trade, the consequences are terrible. "
The media should be aware of their responsibility in terms of image and models they carry, how to forgive feast of the "buzz" created by the reappearance on the stage of a man who killed a woman, even if permitted by law to do now? Discretion and humility seem to be qualities highly prized today.
It's just a question of values and conscience. Besides, I'm curious to see how many rows will be allocated by our regional newspaper in concert tonight at Bordeaux Yves compared to the double page of event-last weekend.
I hope this will remain a purely Bordelo-Bordeaux and the press as a whole will have the decency not to commit the same kind of items if the thing was repeated at national level.
It is difficult today to be an honest man ... and you're right, Jane, Jocelyne, the danger is not only in our cities.
Love to all,
This evening, Yves ...
Hélène.
Hi Helen,
You are right, the impossible ... no one is required we are not obliged to swallow everything, accept everything!
I often "tapped" the world teacher, grunted, moaned ... especially when I was in charge of children who fail at school ... I was very helpless and very alone ... but I accomplished my task with passion.
I do not mothered parents, I accompanied him.
I held and 36 years, but draws no "glory" just for giving it as much as I could.
Now that I came out of this system, I try to have a more positive about the world of education and I think that teachers do not have much space to devote to what should be their "mission" first.
Our world is changing.
And "business" of parents also becomes increasingly difficult to maintain.
While many children may one day tell their parents "You are not my models, but my benchmarks" ... hummmm ... we can at least hope that some think even if they do not express it? glupppssss
I share your views on the media ... that could do so much to pull us up, "the infinitely beautiful" ... but most silent and sadly to go "easy" ...
Tell me, you are not "angry"?
I would be "aggrieved" ... but not hopeless!
As we do not know, I can tell you, us ... since we are us: the world of education has always made me a little scared, I had trouble finding my place! chutttt ... ..
So tonight you have the chance to go to the concert of Yves Duteil?
Me was last Saturday and since I surf on the wave of this magical evening. With small passages from the DVD or CD.
'm A grandma, most loyal ... but never exchanged three words with this magician of words! Shyness?
You very beautiful evening!
And ... next time ... maybe?
Jocelyne-Jane
Hi Jane, Jocelyne,
Sorry, me? But why?
Finally, if a little still, but not after you, because you are full of good sense and intelligence, but rather about the famous "buzz" media I mentioned above ...
Besides, I have the answer to my question of yesterday:
http://www.sudouest.fr/2010/10/09/l-artiste-maire-207233-722.php
Follow the link, for once, the article is not so bad. That said, you can count the lines, we are far from the two pages I mentioned yesterday: Event. Mais enfin, il ya du progrès !
Merveilleuse soirée hier. Merci pour tout, Yves. Il ya des soirs, comme cela, où l'on se sent privilégiée d'avoir pu ne serait-ce que croiser votre regard, échanger quelques mots… Ce fut un vrai bonheur.
Amitiés à tous,
Grosses Bises à Yves et à Noëlle.
Hélène.
Hélène, Jocelyne-Jane,
Juste un petit mot en passant pour vous dire le plaisir de lire vos échanges si intéressants et intelligents et vous dire que vous avez bien de la chance d'être récemment allées à des concerts d'Yves.
Mais c'est vrai, reste le DVD quand on est « en manque »…
Bon diMAnche à tous,
eMmA
Ohhhhh! but tell me, I do well to go through it me! Between Helen and writes this one that adds a "Emma," I do not know why, suddenly, the fatigue of the day seems to surge ... here I am Lucille became carried away by his dragon .... not sure that two or three are enough ...??
Thank you ladies!
Ah yes, the concert comes to us for a time, our miseries. DVD and ... to draw upon at will.
And soon to be overtaken by reality. It is no longer the flight of the bumblebee but the dragonflies! But no, no ... all is well.
Good morning or good evening to one and one that we can make, as to send winks. Dear Helen, is that tomorrow I click the link! dear Emma and I do not forget the children of Tamil Nadu ...
Sincerely
Jocelyne-Jane
So, I clicked on the link from Helen and I read the article!
Hello to you the artist and mayor!
Since yesterday running through my head "When men will live with love ..." maybe not tomorrow or after tomorrow?
Yet that emotion, seeing these men, one after the other, out of the belly of the earth where they were trapped, like a birth.
When men want, they can ...
Do not despair?
When the media serve to show us gestures of fraternity, it's beautiful ... realize their justice!
Their remains, these men in learning all these traces of such an "adventure".
Some would grow up, went to the meeting will be on their own ... others will stay with anxiety, trauma ... no ... will not leave unscathed the people around them either.
Hard not to think about them.
Such is life.
Say how it can be beautiful anyway.
Good day or good evening to you.
"When men will live with love .... "It's time to add" we are all dead brother! "...
Yesterday was a second birth for these children and the media have played the game by giving us the images and impressions.
Already, the excitement is over.
Even today, these men who have so much needed time with them, for them, for their ... already today they rushed on them and now his majesty "FRIC" between the dance!
This world exasperates me, drives me to despair!
Where are we going?
How to resist the feeling of helplessness?
Sorry to come here, where Pauline research, file this confusion ... there are days like this when I wonder what I believe?
Until Mother Nature is in it! the fall of this year deserves a little "Could do better"!
Here in Britain ... a gray, cold and windy. not rain, it will come.
Good day when even the few who read these words. At least put them somewhere, put the brain at rest and allows you to "start" with a little smile before going into "hibernation".
I promise now I hold my tongue!
Sincerely
Hello Yves, Noëlle Hello, Hello,
Hier, mon attention a été attirée par la «Une» d'un canard «qui transforme volontiers une grenouille en bœuf», comme le disait joliment Christophe dans son message de réconfort cet été. «Pierre Perret déclare la guerre aux intégristes». The devil! Pierrot s'en va-t-en guerre ? Ce genre de presse, en général, me laisse de marbre, mais pour une fois, le gros titre en question faisait écho dans mon esprit à un minuscule entrefilet à peine entrevu récemment et fort peu repris par les magazines, radios et télévisions : un «Perret Nouveau» est annoncé ce mois-ci.
Ma curiosité avait été piquée par les quelques lignes qui avaient discrètement relayé l'information au début de l'automne, et j'attendais que celle-ci soit plus largement commentée compte tenu de la teneur de l'album. Pour l'instant, mis à part la «Une» évoquée plus haut, je n'ai eu aucun autre écho de l'affaire, et n'ai entendu aucune réaction médiatique à la sortie prochaine de deux titres de cet album, à savoir «La femme grillagée» et «Femmes battues». Même une recherche sur mon moteur habituel, en indiquant les termes de «femme grillagée», n'obtient aucun résultat. Quel dommage… J'ai pu entendre quelques mesures de ces deux chansons sur le site Internet de la Fnac (qui a au moins le courage d'annoncer la sortie dudit album pour le 16 novembre…) et nous tenons-là du GRAND Perret, dans la droite ligne de «Lily» ou «Mon p'tit loup».
À en croire les programmes de télévision, l'ami Pierrot fera partie des invités de Michel Drucker dans sa version 2010 de «Champs Élysées» samedi prochain. Quant à savoir si l'une des deux chansons que j'évoque aura sa place dans l'émission, c'est une autre question, dont nous pourrons juger le 13 Novembre.
En attendant, pour tous ceux qui s'interrogeraient sur les raisons qui m'ont conduite à évoquer le «Pierrot Nouveau» sur le blog d'Yves, voici un extrait (bien mince) des paroles de ces deux titres :
«Elle est craintive elle est soumise, pas question de lui faire la bise. On lui appris à se soumettre, à ne pas contrarier son maître. Elle n'a droit qu'à quelques murmures, les yeux baissés sur sa couture… Quand la femme est grillagée toutes les femmes sont outragées…»
«Au commissariat du quartier la femme tuméfiée et l'époux sont debout devant le brigadier qui soupire et dit : «encore vous ! Votre mari présent, chère Madame, prétend que vous l'avez bien cherché»…»
Et voilà, deux chansons courageuses, tout simplement. Il me plait que la voix de Pierre Perret s'ajoute à la vôtre, cher Yves, comme un écho à «Où vis-tu Pauline», et prenne aussi la défense de toutes les femmes victimes de l'obscurantisme.
Bonne fin de week end à tous,
Love and kisses to Yves and Christmas.
Hélène.
Good evening Noëlle, Yves goodnight and good evening everyone,
Jocelyne thank you to Jane and Helen for your sharing.
Jocelyne-Jane, dans votre dernier message, vous finissez en nous disant : « C'est promis, maintenant, je me tais ! "
Non, Jocelyne-Jane, surtout, ne vous taisez pas ! Continuez à prendre la parole lorsqu'un évènement, un mot, un geste vous révolte. Do not do like all the "Pauline" who do not dare, who dare not speak, for fear of reprisals!
Et justement, à propos de cela, jeudi 25 novembre 2010 sera la journée internationale de lutte contre les violences faites aux femmes.
En suivant ce lien vous pourrez télécharger une brochure qui parle de cette journée.
For all the "Pauline" ...
Good evening to all.
Rachel
Hi all,
Oops! I just realize that there is a small problem with the link I gave you (I included the parenthesis, the coup: page not found).
Voilà le bon lien
Désolée…
Good day to all.
Rachel
Good evening everyone,
fidèle lectrice mais n'ayant pas votre aisance à écrire, je n'avais jamais pensé intervenir.
Comme beaucoup de femmes (sûrement), et étant fan d'Yves depuis…28 ans maintenant, j'ai été très sensible à cette chanson. Elle a hélas remué en moi des souvenirs malheureux.
« Pauline » je vous ressemble, je vous comprends et je vous aime.
Ce qui me remue encore plus et est anegdotique, je me suis mariée un 25 novembre avec mon boureau ne sachant pas à l'époque qu'il s'agissait de la journée internationale de lutte contre les violences faites aux femmes.
Merci Yves d'avoir oser parler de ces actes barbares que beaucoup regardent sans jamais réagir..
Béatrice de Belgique
Cher Yves,
Coment vous dire mon émotion en écoutant votre titre « Ou vis tu Pauline ? » c'est la première fois que j'entends une chanson en hommage aux femmes battues, et cela me plaît beaucoup que vous ayez fait ce texte là car même si c'est un sujet grave pas souvent et pas du tout à mes yeux chanté, je trouve que cela à le mérite d'être mis en musique car mettre des mots fort et si justes sur un tel sujet c'est fantastique !
Bravo Yves vous avez su avec toute votre âme et votre coeur dire les choses comme il fallait les dires en chanson merci que d'émotion…au nom de toutes les femmes battues je vous remercie d'avoir fait cette belle mélodie pour elles.
Recevez toute mon amitié sincère ainsi que votre épouse Noëlle et j'espère que vous êtes remis de votre accident de cet été ?
Arielle Poeckes Toulon
Chère Rachel de Paris,
Chère Béatrice,
Dear all,
C'était décidé, j'allais me taire jusqu'au jour où je pourrais crier ma liberté ! Ce jour là était presque arrivé quand Dame Justice a trouvé que j'avais en moi assez de réserves pour tenir encore quelques semaines… j'apprends à rester « sereine ».
Car voyez-vous… Jocelyne rime un tout petit peu avec « Pauline » … mais « seulement » dans la manipulation ordinaire, insidieuse,indéfinissable au point que l'on se demande si on ne l'a pas inventée… impossible à confier tellement elle est cachée au point que l'on met soi-même des années et des années à se l'avouer avant de la
partager à quelques uns.
Petit cri mal perçu par certains parce qu'il dérange, il n'ya pas de pire aveugle que celui qui ne veut rien voir ni de pire sourd que celui qui ne veut rien entendre… puis petit cri entendu, enfin…
« Sans doute aurait-il suffi que je regarde d'un peu plus près ma vie »… car c'est en soi que se trouve la clé. Apprendre à se parler gentiment, à se faire confiance jusqu'à trouver l'estime de soi… apprendre à ne pas dire OUI quand la tête dit NON …tout un travail, quand depuis votre enfance vous avez été phagocytée… souvent l'histoire se répète.
Il en faut du courage et de la résistance, croyez moi, il en faut de la ténacité pour continuer d'exister et de sourire, de distribuer de l'amour et de la tendresse autour de soi pour protéger ceux
à qui vous avez donné la vie.
D'où mes colères quand j'entends parler de femmes soumises !!!!! la pelote de nos vies est tellement emmêlée qu'il faut presque une vie pour trouver enfin le bon bout qui permettra de dénouer un à un les noeuds qui nous empêchaient d'avancer.
Je vais avoir 60 ans et je suis fière, même si certains me disent « à ton âge, quel gâchis ! »… et bien oui, je suis fière de pouvoir décider de ce que je veux faire désormais de ce qu'il reste de ma vie.
Votre chanson, cher Yves, je me la suis passée en boucle. J'y ai puisé ce que j'avais à y puiser : la force de « Pauline » qui a eu le courage de partir en abandonnant tout. Combien de fois ai-je pensé à cette jeune femme (et à bien d'autres) dont le cas était nettement plus douloureux que le mien !
Alors j'avais décidé de disparaître sans laisser d'adresse moi aussi… et puis, quelques amis ont pris le temps de m'entendre. Mes enfants, adultes, ont approuvé sans porter de jugement, sans se couper de leur père qui porte lui aussi, des blessures d'enfance dont je ne puis moi, le guérir.
Enfin j'ai abandonné mon côté « infirmière » qui a fait que la situation a trop duré.
A partir de là je me suis mise en marche, me suis prise en main, car cela PERSONNE ne le fait à votre place… et ai entamé des démarches. Je vais quitter ma maison, changé de région mais en toute légalité. Avant cela il va me falloir sans doute essuyer encore quelques tempêtes d'un homme blessé dans son orgueil, j'y suis prête.
Me restera à apprivoiser la liberté… mais là, je me fais totalement confiance, j'ai des projets.
Merci pour ce blog qui permet d'alléger le sac trop lourd…
Aujourd'hui est un jour chargé d'espoir.
J'avais envie de le dire bien haut… pour avoir le courage de tenir ces dernières semaines.
Tout récemment et après avoir entamé mes démarches, j'ai lu de Marie Andersen « La manipulation ordinaire ». Ce livre m'aura bien aidée à comprendre ce mécanisme de la manipulation qui prend racine dans l'enfance de chacun.
Quand je serai libre de ma vie, j'en aurai des mercis à distribuer. Pour le moment, je reste vigilante mais apaisée.
Good day to you.
Sincerely
Jocelyne-Jane
Bonjour Jocelyne,
Votre témoignage est bouleversant. C'est courageux de l'écrire ; mais à vous lire vous êtes un exemple de courage.
Vous êtes en pleine résilience.Vous écrivez:
« Je vais avoir 60 ans et je suis fière, même si certains me disent « à ton âge, quel gâchis ! »… et bien oui, je suis fière de pouvoir décider de ce que je veux faire désormais de ce qu'il reste de ma vie. "
Vous pouvez être fière, et surtout n'écoutez personne que votre petite voix intérieure, la seule qui vous veut du bien, même si quelquefois elle a bien du mal à choisir entre le coeur et la raison ( dire oui quand on pense non)
Et, en cette période de voeux, je vous souhaite de tout coeur beaucoup de bonheur pour le reste de votre vie le plus longtemps possible.
I kiss you
Chère Jocelyne-Jane,
Courage à toi, tu es superbe d'avoir autant de courage, vas y fonce, tu mérites le bonheur.
I kiss
Sonia
Et bien voilà, nous y sommes !
Il en faut du temps pour que la Justice vous autorise à fuir ce qui devenait si difficile à vivre… durs et angoissants auront été ces longues semaines d'attente.
Mais en y réfléchissant bien, ce temps a permis de
franchir les étapes, une à une… un pas et puis un pas, et à chaque fois, un peu plus « grandir ».
On peut « perdre » sa maison, ses meubles, ses repères matériels… comme on peut perdre certaines illusions… on peut aussi y laisser celui qui fut votre compagnon de presque 40 années.
On peut perdre beaucoup de choses, mais gagner l'estime de soi ! Espérer aussi qu'un jour, celui que vous avez aimé pourra accepter de ne plus penser à « l'affront » qui lui est fait… pourquoi pas le partage du mot « pardon » ? Un jour, peut-être …. ?
Il y avait des amis sur ma route, qui m'ont bien aidée, soutenue comme ils pouvaient. Leurs mots auront été mes béquilles.
Il ya eu aussi ceux qui, surpris, apprenaient ma décision. Voici ce que m'écrit l'un d'eux :
WOW! Que de changement dans votre vie !
Je ne sais que vous dire, mis à part…BRAVO d'avoir
voulu et fait ce changement, BRAVO de vous écouter,
BRAVO de vous donner la chance d'être vous-même et d'être heureuse….
…c'est d'ailleurs ce que je vous souhaite du plus profond du cœur !
Et oui, il ya moi qui aura mis tant de temps à comprendre qu'il ne faut pas faire taire ses doutes, au contraire se faire confiance.
A 60 ans, on a encore le droit de respirer librement, d'exister !
Je ne sais qui vraiment lira ceci, au moins la personne qui les mettra en ligne. Smiles.
J'aimerais tant pouvoir dire à ceux et à celles qui sont victimes de « la manipulation ordinaire » ces mots empruntés au livre de Marie Andersen et qui moi, m'auront aidée à avancer :
FAIRE LE DEUIL du besoin d'être reconnu de cette personne, du besoin d'exister. Faire le deuil d'être aimé par elle, comme on est.
RENONCER à notre besoin à notre envie de l'aider, renoncer à nos vaines tentatives à le sauver de lui-même. Il faut abandonner notre besoin de faire le bonheur de l'autre malgré lui.
LACHER notre idéalisme mortifère, lâcher notre « jusqu'au boutisme »…
IL FAUDRA AUSSI LACHER notre préoccupation quant à l'impact que notre décision aura sur la vie de celui qu'on quitte.
IL est responsable de sa vie comme on est responsable de la nôtre.
Ne pas confondre « faire mal » et « faire du mal ».
Lâcher la peur de ce que vont penser les autres.
Avancer…
J'en suis là, désormais !!
Merci à « Pauline », à cette chanson qui a été l'un de mes « déclics ». Merci à Yves et Noëlle Duteil de nous autoriser à déposer quelque part nos peines et nos joies.
Jeudi après-midi, je m'en vais vers une « retraite » intérieure où Internet, téléphone, télévision seront absents mais où livres, cd, toiles et pinceaux… grands arbres et rivières seront autant de moyens de se ressourcer.
Après, et bien après je me trouverai un toit bien à moi.
A ceux qui ont employé le mot « courage », j'ai répondu « instinct de survie ». J'ajouterai « merci à la vie », je m'affranchis de l'ancienne sans la rejeter, mais je suis bien décidée à aller de l'avant… jusqu'au bout !
Sincerely
Jocelyne-Jane
Nous lisons, Jocelyne-Jane et sommes admiratifs.
Nous vous accompagnons dans votre retraite, en douceur.
Friendships,
EMMA
Nouvelle vie !
Pour avoir relu ce que précédemment j'écrivais, je mesure le chemin parcouru… long et difficile, tantôt forte, tantôt fragile… oscillant entre espoir et heures noires mais jamais longtemps gagnée par le désespoir ; certaine d'avoir pris ma vie en main, confiante dans le lendemain, qu'importe d'avoir 60 ans, qu'importe le temps qu'il reste.
J'AVANCE !!
Grandie et riche de tous ces moments où l'on touche du doigt ce que « solitude » veut dire et jusqu'où elle peut vous entraîner… riche du vrai sens à donner au mot AMITIE, amitié donnée, amitié reçue, amitié partagée… sentiment qu'un simple geste, une main tendue, un sourire peuvent vous ensoleiller une journée et vous faire croire encore que vous avez le droit d'exister.
Il y aurait tant et tant à dire.
La vie continue, avec l'estime de soi en plus !
Posée désormais dans mon chez moi, petit mais, aux dires de mes enfants, de mes amis, chaleureux et serein…
La semaine dernière, deux petits garçons sont venus ajouter une note de gaieté. Deux lutins couchés dans le même berceau. Pour les parents, un sacré boulot mais pour les papy/mamies, un joli cadeau.
Merci eMmA de votre soutien.
Merci à « Pauline » à qui je pense si souvent et qui me fait écrire que les femmes ont PARFOIS le choix certes mais que le parcours, le combat pour s'en sortir est si long et si difficile, tellement douloureux… surtout avec des enfants… qu'elles ne peuvent que rester… et deviennent ce que certains se complaisent à baptiser « des femmes soumises » ou alors elles fuient pour leur survie et celle des leurs… et que OUI, elles continuent de protéger les autres en s'éloignant, en abandonnant tout derrière elles…
Elles ont tout mon respect, toute ma tendresse et mon affection.
Bien belle journée à vous tous.
Best wishes.
13 décembre !
Fête de la lumière et des Lucie, « autrefois » ma fête… plus personne ne s'en souvient, pas grave puisque moi je le sais !
13 décembre 2011, fin d'une histoire, mon histoire… Ce jour même, je signe « le traité de solitude » comme dit Lynda Lemay dans l'une de ses chansons. Un divorce au bout de 40 années, l'estime de soi enfin trouvée, une liberté chèrement gagnée. Je n'en tire aucune gloire, ne crie pas victoire… juste l'impression d'avoir mis fin à une vie qui n'en était pas une. Compris que chacun à le droit de dire NON, ce que j'ai fait. Enfin je m'accorde le droit d'exister par moi-même et de respirer LIBREMENT !
Merci à « Pauline » qui, au risque de me répéter, a été un déclic !
A toutes les femmes qui font taire leurs doutes pour diverses « bonnes » raisons, je voudrais continuer à dire mon affection. Je sais le combat pas facile, je sais combien le parcours est escarpé, je connais l'envie d'en finir, celle de capituler ET POURTANT je sais que jamais il ne faut baisser les bras et SURTOUT qu'il faut croire en soi. Là, se trouve la clé !!!!
Nous ne sommes pas des femmes soumises, juste des femmes blessées qui un jour pouvons redresser la tête et regarder les autres bien en face.
A toutes celles-là, je souhaite force, détermination et courage.
Aux quelques uns, quelques unes qui m'auront soutenue, je dis « grand merci », si vous saviez l'importance d'un mail, d'un sms, d'un message sur un blog… qu'importe, si vous saviez l'importance d'un petit signe de vie tout simplement.
« Là où un chemin s'arrête, un autre commence. "
Good day to you.
Sincerely,
Jocelyne-Jane