How can I begin anything new with all of yesterday in me?
Reality is one of the possibilities I cannot afford to ignore.
I cannot understand why my arm is not a lilac tree.
Please make me empty, if I’m empty then I can receive, if I can receive it means it comes from somewhere outside of me, if it comes from outside of me I’m not alone! I cannot bear this loneliness. Above all it is loneliness.
Beautiful Losers
by Leonard Cohen
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Yo no sé nada de amor, pero algo como el amor arrancó de mi garganta, con mil anzuelos, las siguientes palabras:
-PORQUE TE NECESITO, F.
I know nothing about love, but something like love tore the following words from my throat with a thousand fishhooks:
— BECAUSE I NEED YOU, F. . . .
(sk)
Leonard Cohen と Leonard Koren のどちらが好きかと聞かれれば、Leonard Koren と答えるだろうけど、誰もそんなことは聞かない。