Papa, où est Têtu ?

Spencer Ravell - L'enfant

À nos pères absents

Où étiez-vous lorsque nous avions besoin de vous

Pour nous protéger, pour grandir à vos côtés

Et marcher dans la lumière ?

Qu’avons-nous appris de vous

Qui marchons sur trois pattes,

À quatre pattes, en marche inverse

Et avons appris seuls à nous en trouver fiers ?

La lumière nous est advenue

L’éblouissement nous a submergés

L’éclat du monde s’est ouvert à nous

Dans la solitude de notre fraternité sans limite.

Celeos

Le Caravage - Le sacrifice d'Isaac 1597-1598

The door it opened slowly

My father, he came in

I was nine years old

And he stood so tall above me

His blue eyes they were shining

And his voice was very cold

Said I had a vision

And you know I’m strong and holy

I must do what I’ve been told

Then we started up the mountain

I was running, he was walking

And his axe was made of burning gold

Oh, the trees they got much smaller

The lake was like a lady’s mirror

And we stopped to drink some wine

Then he threw the bottle over

It broke a minute later

And he put his hand on mine

Then my father built an altar

He looked once behind his shoulder

He knew I would not hide [...]

Leonard Cohen - Story of Isaac