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Un foarte frumos – și foarte sensibil – poem de dragoste.

You came to me this morning and you handled me like meat
You’d have to be a man to know how good that feels, how sweet
My mirror twin, my next of kin, I’d know you in my sleep
And who but you would take me in a thousand kisses deep.

I loved you when you opened like a lily to the heat
You see I’m just another snowman standing in the rain and sleet
Who loved you with his frozen love, his second-hand physique
With all he is and all he was – a thousand kisses deep.

I know you had to lie to me, I know you had to cheat
To pose all hot and high behind the veils of sheer deceit
Our perfect porn aristocrat so elegant and cheap
I’m old but I’m still into that – a thousand kisses deep.

I’m good at love, I’m good at hate, it’s in between I freeze
Been working out but it’s too late (it’s been too late for years)
But you look good, you really do, yhey love you on the street
If you were here I’d kneel for you – a thousand kisses deep

The autumn moved across your skin, got something in my eye
A light that doesn’t need to live and doesn’t need to die.
A riddle in the book of love, obscure and obsolete
And witnessed here in time and blood – a thousand kisses deep

But I’m still working with the wine, still dancing cheek to cheek
The band is playing Auld Lang Syne, but the heart will not retreat.
I ran with Diz, I sang with Ray, I never had their sweet
But once or twice they let me play – a thousand kisses deep.

I loved you when you opened șike a lily to the heat
You see I’m just another snowman, standing in the rain and sleet
Who loved you with his frozen love, his second-hand physique
With all he is and all he was – a thousand kisses deep.

But you don’t need to hear me now and every word I speak
It counts against me anyhow: a thousand kisses deep.

Leonard Cohen (21 septembrie 1934 – 10 noiembrie 2016),
A Thousand Kisses Deep, 21 septembrie 1998

Cohen

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  1. Rodica Molin

    I love Cohen!

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