Gordon

And she got there early
to enjoy his company.
And they all sat on the table
and he spoke to Paul,
“take off those sunglasses” he said,
you won’t need them tonight.
Drink from my cup, little one.
Eddie remained in his place.
So did David.
Gudmundsdottir had always been
up and down, but this gathering
was not surprising.

And she saw nations
built and destroyed
with his words.
She felt flesh and steel
and saw tears from a star.
In his arms she fell as her hair came down
and they lied in fields of gold.

Los Profetas

First there was Paul,
and Paul and her were one.
And she saw that Paul was good.

Then there was Eddie,
adding things to a long wish list.
And she saw that Eddie was good.

Then there was David,
whispering his sweetest perfection in her ear.
And she saw that David was good.

The last one was Gudmundsdottir
with a strident army of her.
And she saw Gudmundsdottir was good.

Tonight it will be Gordon,
there will be synchronicity,
blood will flow
when flesh and steel become one again,
and she’ll have no choice
but to follow that call
the bright lights, the people
and the moon and all.

And she will see the promised land one more time.

El más allá de Leonard Cohen

Un poco vacía de palabras, tomaré prestadas las de Leonard Cohen, por mi cumpleaños el emperador me regaló la colección de él, y esta mañana oí tres veces esta canción camino a la oficina. Se llama “famous blue raincoat”, y es la única canción que me desencaja en cualquier situación. Hoy quiero, y cito a Kurt Cobain, “un más allá al estilo de Leonard Cohen, para así sollozar eternamente”. Es una carta a un viejo amigo. Disfrútenla.

It's four in the morning, the end of December
I'm writing you now just to see if you're better
New York is cold, but I like where I'm living
There's music on Clinton Street all through the evening.

I hear that you're building your little house deep in the desert
You're living for nothing now, I hope you're keeping some kind of record.

Yes, and Jane came by with a lock of your hair
She said that you gave it to her
That night that you planned to go clear
Did you ever go clear?

Ah, the last time we saw you you looked so much older
Your famous blue raincoat was torn at the shoulder
You'd been to the station to meet every train
And you came home without Lili Marlene

And you treated my woman to a flake of your life
And when she came back she was nobody's wife.

Well I see you there with the rose in your teeth
One more thin gypsy thief
Well I see Jane's awake --

She sends her regards.

And what can I tell you my brother, my killer
What can I possibly say?
I guess that I miss you,
I guess I forgive you
I'm glad you stood in my way.

If you ever come by here, for Jane or for me
Your enemy is sleeping, and his woman is free.

Yes, and thanks, for the trouble you took from her eyes
I thought it was there for good so I never tried.

And Jane came by with a lock of your hair
She said that you gave it to her
That night that you planned to go clear --

Sincerely, Leonard Cohen