a thousand kisses deep

aquesta bonica i lorquiana frase és d'un dels més grans poetes i músics que ha donat la humanitat:

LEONARD COHEN

amb ell, i amb aquesta cançó, començó una selecció de maques creacions que anirem deixant en aquest petit racó de l'Univers.

Leonard Cohen té l'expressivitat en les eves lletres que només els grans genis són capaços de produir: poden crear metàfores inimaginables -el gran somni de Borges: possar juntes dues apraules que mai abans ho haguessin set-, i fer-ho amb la imaginació desbordada de qui ha sabut percebre el món amb tots els sentits.

Podria haver escollit d'ell les mítiques Suzanne -meravellosa versió catalana des de fa molts anys de Toti Soler-, First We Take Manhattan -la seva primera cançó que m'enamorà-, Dance Me till The End Of Love, Take this Waltz -musciant a Lorca- o tantes i tantes... però m'he decantat per una de les últimes.

Deixeu-vos seduir... i gaudiu.



A Thousand Kisses Deep
from Ten New Songs

LYRICS


The ponies run, the girls are young,
The odds are there to beat.
You win a while, and then it's done -
Your little winning streak.
And summoned now to deal
With your invincible defeat,
You live your life as if it's real,
A Thousand Kisses Deep.

I'm turning tricks, I'm getting fixed,
I'm back on Boogie Street.
You lose your grip, and then you slip
Into the Masterpiece.
And maybe I had miles to drive,
And promises to keep:
You ditch it all to stay alive,
A Thousand Kisses Deep.

And sometimes when the night is slow,
The wretched and the meek,
We gather up our hearts and go,
A Thousand Kisses Deep.

Confined to sex, we pressed against
The limits of the sea:
I saw there were no oceans left
For scavengers like me.
I made it to the forward deck.
I blessed our remnant fleet -
And then consented to be wrecked,
A Thousand Kisses Deep.

I'm turning tricks, I'm getting fixed,
I'm back on Boogie Street.
I guess they won't exchange the gifts
That you were meant to keep.
And quiet is the thought of you,
The file on you complete,
Except what we forgot to do,
A Thousand Kisses Deep.

And sometimes when the night is slow,
The wretched and the meek,
We gather up our hearts and go,
A Thousand Kisses Deep.

The ponies run, the girls are young,
The odds are there to beat . . .