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Il se tenait devant le miroir, p\u00e2le, des traces d’encre transparaissant \u00e0 travers des cicatrices encore fra\u00eeches. Sa peau semblait respirer la douleur, comme si elle peinait \u00e0 suivre le rythme des changements qui le rongeaient. Jadis, ce corps avait \u00e9t\u00e9 le r\u00e9cit d’une rage insoutenable : cr\u00e2nes, d\u00e9mons, noms d’amis disparus. Chaque centim\u00e8tre, un cri fig\u00e9 dans la couleur. Mais \u00e0 pr\u00e9sent, Leandro De Souza se regardait comme un rescap\u00e9 d’un incendie. Un homme \u00e0 vif, qui, pour la premi\u00e8re fois, se sentait vivant.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Il avait aim\u00e9 cette douleur \u2013 le bourdonnement de l’aiguille \u00e9tait comme un sommeil. Il disait que chaque nouveau tatouage pansait une vieille blessure. Dans les rues de S\u00e3o Paulo, tout le monde le connaissait : \u00ab l’homme \u00e0 la peau d’encre \u00bb, \u00ab l’art vivant \u00bb. Mais int\u00e9rieurement, il n’y avait ni art, ni beaut\u00e9 \u2013 seulement la peur de dispara\u00eetre. Il se tatouait pour rester, au moins en un sens, une part de lui-m\u00eame. Puis vinrent la drogue, les nuits blanches, les amis perdus. Et puis la mort de son fr\u00e8re. Apr\u00e8s les fun\u00e9railles, il ne mangea ni ne but pendant une semaine, allong\u00e9 dans sa chambre immonde, le regard fix\u00e9 au plafond. \u00ab S’il existe un Dieu, qu’il me montre pourquoi j’ai fait tout \u00e7a \u00bb, murmura-t-il.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

La r\u00e9ponse vint \u00e9trangement. Non pas comme une r\u00e9v\u00e9lation, mais sous la forme d’un miroir o\u00f9 il ne reconnut soudain plus la personne en face de lui. \u00ab Ce n’est pas moi \u00bb, dit-il \u00e0 voix haute. Et pour la premi\u00e8re fois en dix ans, il \u00e9prouva du d\u00e9go\u00fbt pour son propre reflet. Ainsi commen\u00e7a le chemin du retour \u2013 \u00e0 travers le laser, le sang et l’odeur de peau br\u00fbl\u00e9e. Il rit, constatant que le diable ne s’effa\u00e7ait pas si facilement, mais il continua s\u00e9ance apr\u00e8s s\u00e9ance. Chaque visite \u00e9tait une confession silencieuse. Le m\u00e9decin l’avertit : ce serait plus douloureux que le tatouage. \u00ab Qu’il en soit ainsi. Je le m\u00e9rite \u00bb, r\u00e9pondit Leandro.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Les premiers mois furent \u00e0 peine supportables. Son corps br\u00fblait, comme si on lui avait vers\u00e9 de l’eau bouillante dessus. Mais \u00e0 chaque s\u00e9ance, sa peau s’\u00e9claircissait, son regard s’apaisait. Il ne voulait plus \u00eatre quelqu’un de sp\u00e9cial. Il aspirait \u00e0 la puret\u00e9. Parfois, au bourdonnement du laser, le pass\u00e9 lui revenait en m\u00e9moire : les rires, le sang, l’odeur de la sueur, la musique de la rue. Tout cela lui semblait un film \u00e9trange. Puis, un \u00e9v\u00e9nement inattendu se produisit : les tatouages \u200b\u200bcommenc\u00e8rent \u00e0 s’estomper, et avec eux, la douleur. C’\u00e9tait comme si une autre personne se cachait sous sa peau, enfin libre de respirer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u00ab \u00cates-vous s\u00fbr de vouloir tout effacer ? \u00bb demanda le m\u00e9decin lors de la derni\u00e8re s\u00e9ance.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u00ab Non \u00bb, r\u00e9pondit-il. \u00ab Mais je n’ai pas le choix. \u00bb<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Il comprit qu’il \u00e9tait impossible d’effacer compl\u00e8tement le pass\u00e9. M\u00eame en enlevant l’encre, le souvenir demeurerait. Mais peut-\u00eatre \u00e9tait-ce l\u00e0 l’essentiel : non pas oublier, mais pardonner. \u00c0 soi-m\u00eame. \u00c0 la vie. \u00c0 la douleur.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Aujourd’hui, Leandro aide des adolescents \u00e0 la rue. Il leur dit que la v\u00e9ritable force ne r\u00e9side pas dans l’endurance de la douleur, mais dans le fait de ne pas la fuir. Il n’a pas honte de ses cicatrices ; au contraire, il les consid\u00e8re comme sa nouvelle cr\u00e9ation, laiss\u00e9e par le temps. Parfois, il croise encore le regard des passants : certains reconnaissent l’ancien \u00ab homme tatou\u00e9 \u00bb, d’autres voient simplement un homme \u00e9trange avec des taches sur la peau. Et il sourit. Car d\u00e9sormais, il n’a plus rien \u00e0 prouver.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Quand le soleil caresse son \u00e9paule, sa peau semble irradier de l’int\u00e9rieur. Elle n’est pas parfaite : cicatrices, marques estomp\u00e9es, teint irr\u00e9gulier. Mais il y a une v\u00e9rit\u00e9 dans cette imperfection. Et c’est peut-\u00eatre pr\u00e9cis\u00e9ment cette imperfection qui le lib\u00e8re.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

L’ancienne toile de la douleur est devenue un miroir du pardon. Et dans ce reflet, plus de d\u00e9mons, seulement un homme qui a enfin appris qui il est.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"Il se tenait devant le miroir, p\u00e2le, des traces d’encre transparaissant \u00e0 travers des cicatrices encore fra\u00eeches. 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