By the Rivers dark

Leonard Cohen es un poeta con una melodía triste anudada en sus tristes cuerdas vocales.
Muchas noches me acompaña su susurro melodioso. Nos encontramos en la melancolía.
Es un buen compañero desde sus anteojos oscuros.
Mientras mis dedos se desplazan brumosos por el teclado, el me dedica sus versos cantados.
Adoro a Leonard Cohen, por perverso y aniñado. Me remite a sensaciones ambarinas, a bocanadas de humo en la piedad de cielos rosados, interminables. especialmente con la ronquera que despliega en "By the Rivers dark".

By the rivers dark I wandered on. I lived my life in Babylon. And I did forget my holy song: And I had no strength in Babylon. By the rivers dark where I could not see who was waiting there who was hunting me. And he cut my lip and he cut my heart. So I could not drink from the river dark. And he covered me, and I saw within, my lawless heart and my wedding ring, I did not know and I could not see who was waiting there, who was hunting me. By the rivers dark I panicked on. I belonged at last to Babylon. Then he struck my heart with a deadly force, and he said, ‘This heart:It is not yours.’ And he gave the wind , my wedding ring; and he circled us with everything. By the rivers dark, in a wounded dawn , I live my life in Babylon. Though I take my song from a withered limb, both song and tree, they sing for him. Be the truth unsaid and the blessing gone, if I forget my Babylon. I did not know and I could not see who was waiting there, who was hunting me. By the rivers dark, where it all goes on;by the rivers dark in Babylon.

That´s all