Leonard Cohen died a few days ago at 82. He was a singer, a poet, and a Zen monk. A tormented soul to whom we owe the most beautiful songs of the last century. The last album, released a month ago, is a last black pearl full of poetry in which he declared himself ready to die: "I'm ready my Lord."
I began to fall in love with him just before my mother's death. His songs, a couple in particular, have always reminded her to me. The pain they caused me, prevented me for a few years to get close to these songs, just hearing his voice filled my eyes with tears. This little post is to celebrate and to thank him for all the emotion and passion that has given me and will give me yet.