You can listen to him read it to you here: https://youtu.be/rYrE_DOmZbo?t=37s
Then you can open a window somewhere, and listen to the side walk purr like the cats in Istanbul on a warm summer day under the Walnut tree in Gulhane park. Then you can listen to the lovers laugh gaily on the street corners. Then you can wash your eyes, and lend them to the world to see differently. Then you can snap your fingers and dream that you are a sailboat, and the Aegean Sea is lifting your chest up as the wind blowing from Greece fills your lungs and pushes you toward the same shore, once Leonard fell in love with Marianne. Then you can live a thousand new life, or not. Then you can lift your head and look at someone and smile. As for me, I am smiling to many faces buried in Tuesday, buried in books, phone, screens – smiling at my own imperfections, my own loneliness, my own business. Then I take my smile, my loneliness, my voice and blow them to the wind, then I forget my name, then I lick the air, then I…
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Leonard Cohen
Two went to sleep
Two went to sleep
almost every night
one dreamed of mud
one dreamed of Asia
visiting a zeppelin
visiting Nijinsky
Two went to sleep
one dreamed of ribs
one dreamed of senators
Two went to sleep
two travellers
The long marriage
in the dark
The sleep was old
the travellers were old
one dreamed of oranges
one dreamed of Carthage
Two friends asleep
years locked in travel
Good night my darling
as the dreams waved goodbye
one travelled lightly
one walked through water
visiting a chess game
visiting a booth
always returning
to wait out the day
One carried matches
one climbed a beehive
one sold an earphone
one shot a German
Two went to sleep
every sleep went together
wandering away
from an operating table
one dreamed of grass
one dreamed of spokes
one bargained nicely
one was a snowman
one counted medicine
one tasted pencils
one was a child
one was a traitor
visiting heavy industry
visiting the family
Two went to sleep
none could foretell
one went with baskets
one took a ledger
one night happy
one night in terror
Love could not bind them
Fear could not either
they went unconnected
they never knew where
always returning
to wait out the day
parting with kissing
parting with yawns
visiting Death till
they wore out their welcome
visiting Death till
the right disguise worked
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