LEONARD COHEN! R.I.P. (1934-2016)
Se ne è andato anche lui, la notte scorsa, improvvisamente...
... e Suzanne, adesso, come gli sopravviverà...?
You can hear the boats go by, you can spend the night forever
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
Then he gets you on her wavelength
And she lets the river answer that you've always been her lover
And you know that she will trust you
For you've touched her perfect body with your mind
And he spent a long time watching from his lonely wooden tower
And when he knew for certain only drowning men could see him
And you think you maybe you'll trust him
For he's touched your perfect body with her mind
She's wearing rags and feathers from Salvation Army counters
And the sun pours down like honey on our lady of the harbor
And she shows you where to look among the garbage and the flowers
There are heroes in the seaweed, there are children in the morning
They are leaning out for love and they wil lean that way forever
While Suzanne holds her mirror
And you know that you can trust her
For she's touched your perfect body with her mind"
Un necrologio ben fatto di Richard Gehr su Rolling Stones: