Friend, when you speak this carefully I know it is because you don't know what to say.
Leonard CohenPrayer is translation. A man translates himself into a child asking for all there is in a language he has barely mastered.
Leonard CohenI am running through a snowfall which is her thighs, he dramatized in purple. Her thighs are filling up the street. Wide as a snowfall, heavy as huge falling Zeppelins, her damp thighs are settling on the sharp roofs and wooden balconies. Weather-vanes press the shape of roosters and sail-boats into the skin. The faces of famous statues are preserved like intaglios.
Leonard Cohen