No sé usted, amable lector, pero yo sigo echando de menos al autor de la bella canción "Suzanne". También es la "música de fondo" de la novela a la que me he referido en mi entrada literaria anterior.
El bueno de Leonard Cohen, que al parecer era un ligón, no pudo con Suzanne. La mujer de otro, que formó parte de sus sueños más que de su vida y cuya evocación, paradójicamente, es lo que le llevará a la posterioridad porque esta, sin lugar a dudas, es una de sus mejores canciones.
Suzanne
Suzanne takes you down to her place near the river
You can hear the boats go by, you can spend the night forever
And you know that she's half-crazy but that's why you want to be there
And she feeds you tea and oranges that come all the way from China
And just when you mean to tell her that you have no love to give her
Then he gets you on her wavelength
And she lets the river answer that you've always been her lover
And you want to travel with her, and you want to travel blind
And you know that she will trust you
For you've touched her perfect body with your mind
And Jesus was a sailor when he walked upon the water
And he spent a long time watching from his lonely wooden tower
And when he knew for certain only drowning men could see him
He said all men will be sailors then until the sea shall free them
But he himself was broken, long before the sky would open
Forsaken, almost human, he sank beneath your wisdom like a stone
