[Finiti i baccanali per il quarto anniversario del mio decimo compleanno, come dice Arti, si torna alle cose serie. Leonard Cohen, per esempio. Che sa leggere nelle infinite sfaccettature dell'animo umano come pochi altri hanno fatto e fanno tuttora. Oggi ho scelto questa canzone perché mi pare un ottimo modo per iniziare la mia vita da quarantenne. Soprattutto: «Confined to sex, we pressed against/The limits of the sea:/I saw there were no oceans left/For scavengers like me./I made it to the forward deck./I blessed our remnant fleet –/And then consented to be wrecked,/A Thousand Kisses Deep.» «And quiet is the thought of you,/The file on you complete,/Except what we forgot to do,/A Thousand Kisses Deep». No, non la tradurrò. Ma se volete ascoltarla in forma di poesia, in versione ampliata, recitata da Cohen - che voce, che voce! - in persona, cliccate qui o sulla seconda immagine a sinistra]


The ponies run, the girls are young, The odds are there to beat. You win a while, and then it’s done – Your little winning streak. And summoned now to deal With your invincible defeat, You live your life as if it’s real, A Thousand Kisses Deep.
I’m turning tricks, I’m getting fixed, I’m back on Boogie Street. You lose your grip, and then you slip Into the Masterpiece. And maybe I had miles to drive, And promises to keep: You ditch it all to stay alive, A Thousand Kisses Deep.
And sometimes when the night is slow, The wretched and the meek, We gather up our hearts and go, A Thousand Kisses Deep.
Confined to sex, we pressed against The limits of the sea: I saw there were no oceans left For scavengers like me. I made it to the forward deck. I blessed our remnant fleet – And then consented to be wrecked, A Thousand Kisses Deep.
I’m turning tricks, I’m getting fixed, I’m back on Boogie Street. I guess they won’t exchange the gifts That you were meant to keep. And quiet is the thought of you, The file on you complete, Except what we forgot to do, A Thousand Kisses Deep.
And sometimes when the night is slow, The wretched and the meek, We gather up our hearts and go, A Thousand Kisses Deep.
The ponies run, the girls are young, The odds are there to beat...