Έφυγε ό μεγάλος αγαπημένος Ποιητής,τραγουδοποιός καί συνθέτης Leonard Cohen.

timaios

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Καλό ταξίδι στόν αξεπέραστο δημιουργό επικών τραγουδιών πού μάς χάρισε τόν μαγικό κόσμο του αγγίζοντας τήν καρδιά καί τήν αίσθηση όσο κανένας άλλος μέ τήν ξεχωριστή ερμηνεία του καί τήν βαθιά φωνή του.Ευχαριστώ γιά τήν Ομορφιά πού μάς έδωσες στό πέρασμα σου από τόν κόσμο μας. Καλό σου ταξίδι στήν χώρα του Αχέρωντα πάντα θά σέ ακούμε αυτοί πού σέ αγαπήσαμε...από πολύ παλιά.
 
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Έχασε η Ύδρα τον Λεονάρδο της...

CohenHydra.jpg

Πέταξε ψηλά και χάθηκε στα ουράνια...

Σαν πουλί πάνω στο σύρμα,
Σαν μεθυσμένος σε μια μεσονύχτια χορωδία
Δοκίμασα με τον τρόπο μου να ελευθερωθώ...
 
Δεν βρισκω λογια πια...

Τοσο πολυ μου μιλησε ο τελευταιος του δισκος.

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Μεγαλη απωλεια. Αλλη μια. Καλο του ταξιδι και να βρει την Μαριαννα την μεγαλη του Αγαπη απο την Σουδια...και ολες του τις μεγαλες αγαπες. Γιατι αγαπησε πολυ.

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H τελευταια του δουλεια μοιαζει σαν μια διαθηκη και σαν ενας Αγωνας. Οπως αυτος αυτος του Ιακωβ με τον Αγγελο.

It Seemed the Better Way

Seemed the better way
When first I heard him speak
Now it’s much too late
To turn the other cheek
Sounded like the truth
Seemed the better way
Sounded like the truth
But it’s not the truth today
I wonder what it was
I wonder what it meant
First he touched on love
Then he touched on death
Sounded like the truth
Seemed the better way
Sounded like the truth
But it’s not the truth today
I better hold my tongue
I better take my place
Lift this glass of blood
Try to say the grace
Seemed the better way
When first I heard him speak
But now it’s much too late
To turn the other cheekSounded like the truth
Seemed the better way
Sounded like the truth
But it’s not the truth today
I better hold my tongue
I better take my place
Lift this glass of blood
Try to say the grace


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You Want It Darker

If you are the dealer, I'm out of the game
If you are the healer, it means I'm broken and lame
If thine is the glory then mine must be the shame
You want it darker
We kill the flame
Magnified, sanctified, be thy holy name
Vilified, crucified, in the human frame
A million candles burning for the help that never came
You want it darker
Hineni, hineni
I'm ready, my lord
There's a lover in the story
But the story's still the same
There's a lullaby for suffering
And a paradox to blame
But it's written in the scriptures
And it's not some idle claim
You want it darker
We kill the flame
They're lining up the prisoners
And the guards are taking aim
I struggled with some demons
They were middle class and tame
I didn't know I had permission to murder and to maim

You want it darker
We kill the flameThey're lining up the prisoners
And the guards are taking aim
I struggled with some demons
They were middle class and tame
I didn't know I had permission to murder and to maim
You want it darker
Hineni, hineni
I'm ready, my lord
Magnified, sanctified, be thy holy name
Vilified, crucified, in the human frame
A million candles burning for the love that never came
You want it darker
We kill the flame
If you are the dealer, let me out of the game
If you are the healer, I'm broken and lame
If thine is the glory, mine must be the shame
You want it darker
Hineni, hineni
Hineni, hineni
I'm ready, my lord



Hineni, hineni
I'm ready, my lord
 
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Από την μια κρίμα, αλλά δεν φταίει το 2016 ... οι ήρωες μας έχουν παρα-μεγαλώσει ... και μοιραία μας χαιρετούν ...

Δεν πρέπει όμως να θλιβόμεθα σε τέτοιες περιπτώσεις, αλλά να ''γιορτάζουμε'' που κάποιοι όπως ο Κοέν έζησαν μια γεμάτη, πλήρη εμπειριών και συναισθημάτων ζωή ... το κρίμα είναι γι' αυτούς που πέρασαν και δεν ακούμπησαν ...

Ενδεικτικό της κλάσης του εκλιπόντος το γεγονός ότι οι δύο τελευταίοι δίσκοι του ήσαν εξαιρετικοί ... 80ρης και έδινε όμορφα πράγματα. ...
 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DU-RuR-qO4Y

It's coming through a hole in the air
From those nights in Tiananmen Square
It's coming from the feel
That this ain't exactly real
Or it's real, but it ain't exactly there
From the wars against disorder
From the sirens night and day
From the fires of the homeless
From the ashes of the gay
Democracy is coming to the USA
It's coming through a crack in the wall
On a visionary flood of alcohol
From the staggering account
Of the Sermon on the Mount
Which I don't pretend to understand at all
It's coming from the silence
On the dock of the bay,
From the brave, the bold, the battered
Heart of Chevrolet
Democracy is coming to the USA

It's coming from the sorrow in the street
The holy places where the races meet
From the homicidal bitchin'
That goes down in every kitchen
To determine who will serve and who will eat
From the wells of disappointment
Where the women kneel to pray
For the grace of God in the desert here
And the desert far away:
Democracy is coming to the USA

Sail on, sail on
Oh mighty ship of State
To the shores of need
Past the reefs of greed
Through the Squalls of hate
Sail on, sail on, sail on, sail on

It's coming to America first
The cradle of the best and of the worst
It's here they got the range
And the machinery for change
And it's here they got the spiritual thirst
It's here the family's broken
And it's here the lonely say
That the heart has got to open
In a fundamental way
Democracy is coming to the USA

It's coming from the women and the men
Oh baby, we'll be making love again
We'll be going down so deep
The river's going to weep,
And the mountain's going to shout Amen
It's coming like the tidal flood
Beneath the lunar sway
Imperial, mysterious
In amorous array
Democracy is coming to the USA

Sail on, sail on
O mighty ship of State
To the shores of need
Past the reefs of greed
Through the squalls of hate
Sail on, sail on, sail on, sail on

I'm sentimental, if you know what I mean
I love the country but I can't stand the scene
And I'm neither left or right
I'm just staying home tonight
Getting lost in that hopeless little screen
But I'm stubborn as those garbage bags
As time cannot decay
I'm junk but I'm still holding up this little wild bouquet
Democracy is coming to the USA
To the USA


Καλο ταξιδι...
 
Ακόμα δεν μπορώ να το "χωνέψω". Στο καλό μεγάλε!!! Ευτυχώς η φωνή σου θα μας "συντροφεύει" στην ρουτίνα, στην θλίψη αλλά και στην χαρά μας. Μας άφησες μεγάλο δώρο.