Vvoici un texte lolita que je trouve inspirant.
Ô Demoiselle, avance avec une Épée et une Rose
Je me demande ce qui a fait que tu es devenue Lolita? Est-ce parce que tu voulais porter des vêtements mignons? Parce que tu aimes la dentelle et les volants? Parce que tu voulais être comme quelqu’un d’autre? Ou est-ce que c’était parce que tu voulais devenir mignonne pour être populaire auprès des garçons?
Non, non, c’est impossible, n’est-ce pas? Après tout, le Lolita n’est pas quelque chose avec lequel tu te soucies de ce que les garçons pensent! Je parie que ta réponse est quelque chose comme ça, « Avant même de le savoir, j’étais déjà une Lolita. »
C’est exact! Tu es une Demoiselle prédestinée, une aristocratique Demoiselle née. Je te comprends bien. Tu es une rêveuse et une visionnaire qui est là de corps, mais non en pensées. Tu es timide, volontaire, et tu ne veux pas être comme les autres. Tu préfères lire seule plutôt que de fêter avec des amis. Tu aimes les jolies choses et tu veux vivre entourée que par les choses qui te plaisent. N’est-ce pas?
« Je suis spéciale. » C’est bien de penser cela, tu sais. Même s’il y a des étrangers qui te dévisagent et ricanent entre eux parce que ta jupe est trop bouffante ou que la boucle qui orne tes cheveux est trop grosse, tu n’as pas à le laisser t’affecter. C’est certain, c’est agaçant qu’il y a toujours des gens pour prendre le Lolita comme un vulgaire costume sans profondeur, mais tu dois rester confiante et garder la tête haute.
On ne peut pas apprendre la véritable gentillesse à moins que notre esprit devienne fort. Rien de bon n’arrive à celui qui se vautre dans une tiède léthargie. Il est dérisoire et idiot de regarder les mêmes choses que les autres regardent et d’essayer d’y trouver quelque chose d’intéressant. Après tout, il y a encore beaucoup de choses plus merveilleuses, pourtant encore inconnues, de très belles choses qui, dans ton monde, te couperont le souffle. Je sais que tu peux les trouver, ces choses.
De la barbe à papa enveloppe ton cœur. Des roses écarlates éclosent dans tes yeux et un goût de miel s’épand éternellement sur ta langue. Ta chevelure est douce et ta peau lisse. Tu es une Demoiselle née pour être Lolita. Tu existes dans un cocon. La lumière du soleil et la lueur de la lune t’y baignent doucement. Les yeux fermés, tu désires y rester pour toujours. Pendant que tu souffle ce souhait, les rêves qui délicatement neigent sur toi prennent la forme de sucre en poudre…
Seulement, les Demoiselles avec un sens de la beauté extrêmement développé sont intelligentes. As-tu réalisé que derrière la joliesse bouffante se trouve une épée bien effilée dont la lame brille de mille feux? C’est juste. Après tout, tu le sais déjà, n’est-ce pas? Que ce monde ne consiste pas seulement de belles choses? Que quelque part là, la malice rôde avec l’intention de te faire du mal? Que les roses ont des épines afin de pouvoir rester sublimes? Et que quelques fois, tu dois te battre pour protéger ce qui t’es cher?
C’est ce que je crois : les vêtements Lolita sont l’armure de la Demoiselle, l’armure du chevalier ne pouvant même pas s’y comparer. La dentelle de la Demoiselle en est l’acier. Ses boucles en sont la cotte de mailles. Sa coiffe en est le heaume, et c’est furtivement qu’elle change le sang qui coule dans ses veines en véritables pétales de roses. Ainsi, la Demoiselle combat. Après tout, vivre c’est se battre, et de devenir belle, c’est de devenir plus forte.
Tu es une noble créature que personne ne peut toucher, tu es mignonne tout en étant tragique. Oui, l’idéal de l’aristocratique Demoiselle, dans mon imagination, te ressemble beaucoup.
Il y a souvent des Demoiselles qui disent, « Mais je ne suis pas jolie, alors… » Tu sais, pourtant, que des Demoiselles qui ne sont pas jolies, ça n’existe pas. C’est juste que ces Demoiselles n’ont pas assez confiance en elles-mêmes. Cependant, la modestie est une vertu et ces demoiselles ne deviendront comme ces femmes éhontées qui ne prennent pas soin de leur apparence*. C’est pourquoi je crois qu’être dénuée de confiance en soi est, en quelques sortes, un pas vers la beauté aussi. Alors, arrête de te regarder dans le miroir et de soupirer! Tu dois trouver au moins une partie de toi que tu aimes le plus. Par exemple, une partie de ton visage pourrait être bien : comme tes jolies joues rondes ou mêmes tes longs cils. Tes petits ongles roses comme des coquillages est tout aussi bien. Le fait que tu as un talent artistique ou que ta spécialité est de confectionner des sucreries, c’est bon aussi. C’est suffisant pour toi pour admettre, petit à petit, qu’il y a quelque chose dans laquelle tu excelles. Tu vois? Quant tu y penses de cette façon-là, ne te souviens-tu pas soudainement de tel et tel talents?
Dis, je peux voir des ailes dans ton dos -- d’élégantes ailes, avec le lustre du velours. S’il-te-plaît, continue de voler librement, sans peur. Même si quelqu’un devrais un jour te faire mal, tu finiras par atterrir au bon endroit. Je le sais très bien, parce qu’il était une fois, j’étais comme toi, moi aussi.
Texte original Oh Maiden, advance with a sword and a rose
Écrit par Arika Takarano
Traduit par Princesse- de-Porcelaine
Oh Maiden, advance with a sword and a rose
“I wonder what made you become Lolita? Is it because you wanted to wear cute clothes? Because you like lace and frills? Because you wanted to be like someone? Or was it because you wanted to become cute so you’d be popular with the guys?
No, no, that’s impossible isn’t it? After all, Lolita isn’t something with which you worry about what guys think! I bet your answer is something like this, “Before I knew it, I was a Lolita maiden!”
That’s right! You are a chosen maiden, a born aristocratic maiden. I understand you well. You’re a daydreamer and a visionary who is here in body, but not in spirit. You’re shy, willful, and don’t want to be like others. You like reading by yourself rather than partying with friends. You love pretty things and want to live surrounded by only the things you like. Isn’t that right?
“I am a special maiden.” It’s okay for you to think that, you know. Even if there are strangers who look away and snicker at you because your skirt is too poufy, or because the ribbon adorning your hair is too big, you don’t have to let it bother you. Sure, it’s aggravating that there are still some confused people who see Gothic and Lolita as unemotional, cheap cosplay, but you should just remain confident and stand tall.
One cannot learn true kindness unless one becomes strong. Nothing will come of indulging in the comfort of lukewarm idleness. It’s triffling and foolish to look at the same things others see and try to discover something interesting from such. After all, there are many more wonderful things, yet-unknown things, beautiful things that will take your breath away in your world. I know you can find these things.
Cotton candy envelops your heart. Scarlet roses bloom in your eyes, and the taste of honey forever spreads upon your tongue. Your hair is soft and your skin smooth. You are a maiden who was born to be Lolita. You exist in a cocoon. The light of the sun and the glistening of the moon gently fall upon you there. You want to stay in there forever with your eyes closed. While you wish for that, the dreams that fall gently upon you there are woven like a sweet layer of powdered sugar….
But girls with a highly developed sense of beauty are intelligent. Have you realized that behind the fluffy cuteness lies hidden a well-honed sword, the blade of which shines brightly? That’s right. After all, you already know, don’t you? That this world does not consist of only beautiful things? That somewhere there lurks malice that intends to do you harm? That roses have thorns so that they may remain sublime? And that sometimes, you must fight to protect that which is dear to you?
This is what I think: Gothic and Lolita clothes are amaiden’s armor, which even a knight’s armor cannot compare to. A maiden’s lace is her steel. Her ribbons are chains. Her dress hat is her helmet, and her surreptitiously changes the blood that flows from her wounds into true red rose petals. Thus, the maiden fights. After all, to live is to fight, and to become beautiful is to become stronger.
You are a noble being that no one may touch, you are cute and yet tragic. Yes, the ideal aristocratic maiden, in my imagination, is very much like you.
There are often maidens who say, “But I’m not cute, so…” you know, though, that there’s no such thing as a maiden who is not cute. It’s just that there are those maidens who don’t have enough confidence. However, modesty is a virtue, and those maidens won’t become the kind of shameless women who are not mindful of their appearance. That’s why I think not having confidence is a step toward beauty, too. So, stop looking in the mirror and sighing! You must find at least a piece of yourself that you like the best. For example, a part of your face would be nice: like your peachy cheeks or even your eyelashes. Your tiny, pink seashell-like nails also would be fine. The fact that you’ve got a talent for art, or that your specialty is making sweets would be fine, too. It’s enough for you to acknowledge, little by little, that there is something that you excel in. See? When you think of it that way, don’t you recall this and that talent?
Say, I can see wings on your back- elegant wings, with the luster of velvet. Please keep flying freely, without fear. Even if someone should hurt you, you will end up landing in the right place. I know this well because once upon a time, I was like you, too.”
No, no, that’s impossible isn’t it? After all, Lolita isn’t something with which you worry about what guys think! I bet your answer is something like this, “Before I knew it, I was a Lolita maiden!”
That’s right! You are a chosen maiden, a born aristocratic maiden. I understand you well. You’re a daydreamer and a visionary who is here in body, but not in spirit. You’re shy, willful, and don’t want to be like others. You like reading by yourself rather than partying with friends. You love pretty things and want to live surrounded by only the things you like. Isn’t that right?
“I am a special maiden.” It’s okay for you to think that, you know. Even if there are strangers who look away and snicker at you because your skirt is too poufy, or because the ribbon adorning your hair is too big, you don’t have to let it bother you. Sure, it’s aggravating that there are still some confused people who see Gothic and Lolita as unemotional, cheap cosplay, but you should just remain confident and stand tall.
One cannot learn true kindness unless one becomes strong. Nothing will come of indulging in the comfort of lukewarm idleness. It’s triffling and foolish to look at the same things others see and try to discover something interesting from such. After all, there are many more wonderful things, yet-unknown things, beautiful things that will take your breath away in your world. I know you can find these things.
Cotton candy envelops your heart. Scarlet roses bloom in your eyes, and the taste of honey forever spreads upon your tongue. Your hair is soft and your skin smooth. You are a maiden who was born to be Lolita. You exist in a cocoon. The light of the sun and the glistening of the moon gently fall upon you there. You want to stay in there forever with your eyes closed. While you wish for that, the dreams that fall gently upon you there are woven like a sweet layer of powdered sugar….
But girls with a highly developed sense of beauty are intelligent. Have you realized that behind the fluffy cuteness lies hidden a well-honed sword, the blade of which shines brightly? That’s right. After all, you already know, don’t you? That this world does not consist of only beautiful things? That somewhere there lurks malice that intends to do you harm? That roses have thorns so that they may remain sublime? And that sometimes, you must fight to protect that which is dear to you?
This is what I think: Gothic and Lolita clothes are amaiden’s armor, which even a knight’s armor cannot compare to. A maiden’s lace is her steel. Her ribbons are chains. Her dress hat is her helmet, and her surreptitiously changes the blood that flows from her wounds into true red rose petals. Thus, the maiden fights. After all, to live is to fight, and to become beautiful is to become stronger.
You are a noble being that no one may touch, you are cute and yet tragic. Yes, the ideal aristocratic maiden, in my imagination, is very much like you.
There are often maidens who say, “But I’m not cute, so…” you know, though, that there’s no such thing as a maiden who is not cute. It’s just that there are those maidens who don’t have enough confidence. However, modesty is a virtue, and those maidens won’t become the kind of shameless women who are not mindful of their appearance. That’s why I think not having confidence is a step toward beauty, too. So, stop looking in the mirror and sighing! You must find at least a piece of yourself that you like the best. For example, a part of your face would be nice: like your peachy cheeks or even your eyelashes. Your tiny, pink seashell-like nails also would be fine. The fact that you’ve got a talent for art, or that your specialty is making sweets would be fine, too. It’s enough for you to acknowledge, little by little, that there is something that you excel in. See? When you think of it that way, don’t you recall this and that talent?
Say, I can see wings on your back- elegant wings, with the luster of velvet. Please keep flying freely, without fear. Even if someone should hurt you, you will end up landing in the right place. I know this well because once upon a time, I was like you, too.”
Katiana
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