Cohen la Bucureşti

Da, am fost la Cohen. Şi da, a fost o experienţă. N-o să mă apuc să-l laud, nu mă ajută cuvintele pentru asta... I wouldn:t do him justice. L-am descoperit pe Cohen prin Rufus Wainwright. Cantecul "Hallelujah" din Shreck mă obseda:
And its not a cry you can hear at night,
Its not somebody who's seen the light,
Its a cold and its a broken Hallelujah...

Am aflat cui îi aparţinea versiunea originală şi m-am apucat de căutări.
Apoi am descoperit asta:
Ah baby, let's get married,
we've been alone too long.
Let's be alone together.
Let's see if we're that strong. si asta
I dreamed about you, baby.
It was just the other night.
Most of you was naked
Ah but some of you was light.
Până acum n-am găsit pe altul care să exprime atât de exact ce simt, ce mă doare...

Până si atitudinea fatalistă i-o împărtăşesc...
...and I lift my glass to the Awful Truth
which you can't reveal to the Ears of Youth
except to say it isn't worth a dime
ca şi pe cea optimistă
There is a crack, a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in.