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To Leonard

Si no acaban de entender cómo es que un premio de literatura tan importante se le puede dar a un rockero, escuchen (y bájense) esta joyita de 1966, porque para mí es muy claro que desde esa época el señor se lo merecía.

Leonard Cohen (Montreal, 1934), poeta de voz cavernosa, cantautor de protesta, símbolo de la contracultura, acaba de recibir a sus 77 años el Premio Príncipe de Asturias de las Letras 2011… muy merecido.

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Suzanne
Leonard Cohen
Songs of Leonard Cohen, 1966

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
then 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
and you want to travel blind
and you know that she will trust you
for you’ve touched her perfect body with your mind

and Jesus was a sailor
when he walked upon the water
and he spent a long time watching
from a lonely wooden tower

and when he knew for certain
only drowning men could see him
he said “All men will be sailors then
until the sea shall free them”

but he himself was broken
long before the sky would open
forsaken, almost human
he sank beneath your wisdom like a stone.

and you want to travel with him
and you want to travel blind
and you know he will find you
for he’s touched your perfect body with his mind…