Les étoiles vagabondes
- LECTURAS 65
- Votos 1
- Partes 4
Tu te rappelles quand je t'ai parlé de la métaphore de Platon ? Tu sais cette théorie qui raconte que les êtres humains seraient à l'origine constitués de quatre bras, quatre jambes, et d'une seule tête à deux visages. Que Zeus, qui aurait craint leur pouvoir, les aurait coupés en deux, les condamnant à passer le reste de leur existence à rechercher la part manquante. J'ai lu ça au collège, et même si c'est une métaphore, je me disais que le mec ressentais vraiment ça pour quelqu'un pour l'avoir écrit et pour que ça traverse l'histoire.
Et je sais pas pourquoi, mais cette métaphore est resté gravée dans un coin de mon crâne et j'ai vraiment cherché à ressentir ça pour quelqu'un. Je le voulais vraiment, mais j'ai jamais réussi, avec personne. J'ai aimé mon ex, je vais pas te dire le contraire, mais on était très différents, j'avais pas l'impression que c'était ma partie manquante. Mais toi si. J'ai l'impression d'enfin ressentir ça. J'ai l'impression que j'aurais pu écrire ce qu'il a écrit et qu'en l'écrivant, j'aurais pensé à toi.
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