good evening do not worry it’s okay
pass
I tell stories from almost
20 years old and then almost twenty years old I
meaning related to the roots of the account by
men’s women’s counters
storytellers who since the big mornings of
world generation after generation we
bore to me stories of
stories they nurtured from their lives of
their lived experience during their lifetime among all these
some stories touch me a lot
it’s as if some people demanded
me that I tell them then I
execute me
I tell them there was once a
man and a woman
he had envied one’s desire for
the other
so they united together and it was
good close to perfection
the woman said she wanted that
always one told me too so
they did what lovers do
they made oaths of love
and they swore and fidelity
same exclusives and that came from
the man he did not want to share it he
wanted her on his own not to
share
not even with a child and told him that
if she were to give birth, he would kill her
she was scared she was afraid of him
she was afraid of her breasts
get bored be afraid of your belly
which is rounded up is sometimes fear that
gives ideas she had an idea a
evening in the silence of the press she has
started telling him a story
he wanted the rest of the story
the next day he asked and the day
according to again and the one after again
the man wanted to know the end of
the story but the baby only has before
end of the story
so she presented it to him in the
cradle and he felt like snapped up
by the black look of this baby
he looked at his little folds his little ones
feet swaddled his soft skin he the
was looking at her then the child again and
he smiled the man said it’s
like that were born the stories
I like what this story tells me
storytelling to escape death count
to evade death it is this
that she made this woman in love
she understood the stake in the account all
like sheherazade is not it
used the words she knew that the words
when they are well woven have the
magic power to get you out of the
death of distracting you
children too have seen this for
children at night it’s like death
somehow all the fears
ancestral stand
so to escape it we
launch their famous daddy watches
Mom tell me a story tells
me a story
I intervene with young people in
high schools
I arrive I introduce myself and I say my
Storytelling job
in general young people receive me with
a kind of defiance and even a bit of a
smile mocking the boys especially
they sit more on their shoulder blades
that on their sitting a little bit like
that and they make a storytelling way
but it is a profession of the Middle Ages
heed the killers waiting for him
storyteller girl she is storyteller what
but wait who is not one
family
[Music]
then there is silence and in this
silence I hear their speeches
interior that has to say somehow
go ahead swing your story go
balance then I’m running
I tell him a father who wants his
girl I tell them a mother who eats
his children I tell them a young man who
is not afraid of anything or anyone and
especially not mitten munch then he
challenge him the bogeyman the young he
should not have been because it’s transformed
in a ball of butter there on the corner of a
table in the kitchen
and when the young man’s mother gets in
sees this task of melted fat on the
corner of his table
she takes a rag she is that one
grease stains and throws the rag at
fire I can read a little cold in
their eyes sometimes and I like that
because at that moment I know they
are there with me in the account
sometimes there are some who want to tell
also so I send them for their
history at the library
this is the case of Roman Roman at 14 years old
and it is time it first which
two years in advance is difficult
to manage the class group when we have
two years in advance because the others
boys scorns you a little bit in
does I think it’s there is a hand
of jealousy because when we have the
brain turn well and we’ll go this
fashion it does not please and then the girls
they find it too hot roman too
hot too hot it is very boring
Roman chose to tell small to
small to it’s a tiny little boy
but who has it in there and little high
via abu bad guys and little high
refuses to marry the beautiful because they
find it too jumped as
Roman refines its history as you go
that they enter his story
I feel that they are changing
metamorphose he feels better in the
class group and one day he offers us
to tell us his story from end to
bout then we listen to him Roman he
speak with ease with eloquence
silences households he embarks us to
the end there is like a great silence
I am amazed we are all amazed
and there is the star of the class who says
yes roman
and as Roman was leaked by the star
class is good it’s good
Besides, the teachers tell me
tell
since the tale workshop started that
is better in class less than
violence and for good reason the count offers
words the count offers a structure the
famous narrative structure that allows
to deploy in a setting the count
offers language registers we pass
from solemnity to gravity to humor
the account to say and say at the end
of the cycle there is a boy I loved
although he frankly told me madam
count it kills too much I hope you
will come back next year
and I told him that I was
delighted with her from her invitation barely
disguised but I also told him that I
did not quite agree with
his point of view for me the account does
did not kill on the contrary it is islands
help heal to heal us as he
had looked after the class group that
could not reach whose members
could not talk to each other anymore
I tell the story of a young girl
and a tree who are in love and
the tree agrees to change its nature
to marry the girl
it’s their secret but when the
sisters of the girl
after the secret she intimate the order
to choose between her unnatural lover
and his family his clan his village
but how can we choose between this
that we love and that we love to
the end of the women’s show come
see me
one of them is in her seventies
she tells me it’s her story
that she just realized that that
the touch and again I also tell of
the truculence of women with big
tits big buttocks pay
extraordinary that make you go
in the bowels of the earth
I like it the public also we laugh we laugh
a lot it’s good and at the end of
show a little girl 7 8 years old comes
see me a little blonde she serves me
strong in her arms she kisses me and
she tells me that her father died her
mother comes to see me and she tells me and
what did she say to you then I
say again
and there I learn from the mouth of the sea
that the little girl did not say a single
word for three months
since his father died the account
it jostles it upsets the
psychoanalysis understood this very well
think for example to bruno bettelheim
with the psychoanalysis of fairy tales
the tale to heal the psyche leconte
to heal the account to heal the
account would be some kind of drugs
a pill
watch out for a medicine of which there is
would have no side effects to lament
no such drugs that we
endorment our anesthesia on the contrary what
drug there he wakes us there
wake up our game it puts us in
connection with the world and we
brings us closer to ourselves
of course there may be a little
bitterness in this medicine sometimes
stories can hurt this
bitterness there it is dissolved in the
beauty of language in the poetry of
tale that for me is a sacred language
a language that has nothing to do with
our communication language of
order of the past me the salt or the weight
renens
it’s a language that comes from the heart
a proverb says that the words that
come from the mouth the touch that the
ears on the other hand the words that
come from the heart touches the hearts of
time I think about this little girl and
his mom and I imagine they’re going
listen to stories a lot
of stories and that’s good because they
have understood that
stories are there we are not
only the stories are there for for
help us the rest of us
I am deeply convinced that
in all the infinite multitude of
account there is for each one
of us a story the whole thing
is what is yours thank you
[Applause]
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