En los anales de la música y la literatura, pocos nombres resuenan con la intensidad y profundidad de Leonard Cohen. Con una carrera que abarcó más de cinco décadas, este polifacético artista dejó una huella imborrable en la cultura contemporánea. A lo largo de su vida, Cohen fue poeta, novelista, cantante y compositor, y en cada una de estas facetas brilló con una luz propia y singular.
Leonard Norman Cohen nació el 21 de septiembre de 1934 en Westmount, Quebec, una ciudad cerca de Montreal, Canadá. Descendiente de inmigrantes judíos de Polonia y Lituania, Leonard creció en un ambiente que valoraba tanto las tradiciones religiosas como las artísticas. Su padre falleció cuando él tenía apenas nueve años, una pérdida que marcaría profundamente su vida y obra.
Desde una temprana edad, Cohen mostró un interés particular por la literatura. Durante su adolescencia, se sumergió en las obras de poetas como Federico García Lorca y Walt Whitman, cuya influencia sería evidente en sus propias composiciones. Estudió en la Universidad McGill, donde comenzó a desarrollar su propia voz poética y publicó su primer libro de poemas, Let Us Compare Mythologies, en 1956.
Antes de conquistar el mundo de la música, Cohen ya era un poeta y novelista reconocido. En 1961, lanzó su segundo libro de poesía, The Spice-Box of Earth, que le proporcionó una reputación nacional como escritor. Le siguieron dos novelas: The Favourite Game (1963) y Beautiful Losers (1966). Esta última, con su
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She said she was a maiden
That wasn't what I heard
For the sake of conversation
I took her at her word
The lights went out behind us
The fireflies undressed
The broken sidewalk ended
I touched her sleeping breasts
They opened to me urgently
Likelilies from the dead
Behind a fine embroidery
Her nipples rose like bread
Then I took of my necktie
And she took of her dress
My belt and pistol set aside
We tore away the rest
The night of Santiago
And I was passing through
So I took her to the river
As any man would do
Her thighs they slipped away from me
Like schools of startled fish
Though I've forgotten half my life
I still remember this
Now, as a man I won't repeat
The things she said aloud
Except for this, my lips are sealed forever
And for now
And soon there's sand in every kiss
And soon the dawn is ready
And soon the night surrenders
To a daffodil machete
I gave her something pretty
And I waited till she laughed
I wasn't born a gypsy
To make a women sad
The night of Santiago
And I was passing through
I took her to the river
As any man would do
The night of Santiago
And I was passing through
I took her to the river
As any man would do
I didn't fall in love of course
It's never up to you
But she was walking back and forth
And I was passing through
When I took her to the river
In her virginal apparel
When I took her to the river
On that night of Santiago
And yes she lied about it all
Her children and her husband
You were born to judge the world
Forgive me but I wasn't
The night of Santiago
And I was passing through
So I took her to the river
As any man would do
The night of Santiago
And I was passing through
So I took her to the river
As any man would do
The night of Santiago
And I was passing through
So I took her to the river
As any man would do