We came back late. Your room was dark but you just switch on a single lamp. You know I didn’t like to drink. Under the weak light, you went to your rows of CDs strewn on the floor. The soft hiss of the player cover opens as you pop one in. You didn’t say a word, you just let the music play:
“Suzanne takes you down
to her place near the river
you can hear the boats go by
you can spend the night beside her
And you know that she’s half crazy
but that’s why you want to be there
and she feeds you tea and oranges
that come all the way from China
And just when you mean to tell her
that you have no love to give her
she gets you on her wavelength
and she lets the river answer
that you’ve always been her lover
And you want to travel with her
you want to travel blind
and you know that she can trust you
for you’ve touched her perfect body
with your mind“
That was the first time I heard this deep, gravelly golden voice. “Who is this?” I asked. “Don’t you know? It’s Leonard Cohen.” It must have been more than 15 years ago. You and I have both aged, You and I have both been through sorrows. But he still keeps on singing, singing, singing……
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