LEONARD COHEN Y SU VIDA SECRETA

No puedo evitarlo, este viejo maldito me gusta. Sobreviviente de la movida sesentara, aun pudo ver ciertos atisbos beatniks en su juventud. Nos regala discos magníficos y yo les regalo In My Secret Life, una canción hermosa con la que me identifico mucho. El video, conceptual, creo que no aplica para la narrativa de canción, pero soy yo, no se ustedes...

In My Secret Life

I saw you this morning.
You were moving so fast.
Can’t seem to loosen my grip
On the past.
And I miss you so much.
There’s no one in sight.
And we’re still making love
In My Secret Life.

I smile when I’m angry.
I cheat and I lie.
I do what I have to do
To get by.
But I know what is wrong,
And I know what is right.
And I’d die for the truth
In My Secret Life.

Hold on, hold on, my brother.
My sister, hold on tight.
I finally got my orders.
I’ll be marching through the morning,
Marching through the night,
Moving cross the borders
Of My Secret Life.

Looked through the paper.
Makes you want to cry.
Nobody cares if the people
Live or die.
And the dealer wants you thinking
That it’s either black or white.
Thank God it’s not that simple
In My Secret Life.

I bite my lip.
I buy what I’m told:
From the latest hit,
To the wisdom of old.
But I’m always alone.
And my heart is like ice.
And it’s crowded and cold
In My Secret Life.