Morreu Leonard Cohen. Eu ter-lhe-ia dado um Nobel qualquer. Por exemplo, o da química. O meu corpo e a minha alma explicam porquê, desde que, aos 11 ou 12 anos, ouvi pela primeira vez esta canção. So long, Leonard.
Morreu Leonard Cohen. Eu ter-lhe-ia dado um Nobel qualquer. Por exemplo, o da química. O meu corpo e a minha alma explicam porquê, desde que, aos 11 ou 12 anos, ouvi pela primeira vez esta canção. So long, Leonard.
And there was the other thing, too. Once, after Cohen and Vega became friendly, he called and asked her to visit him at his hotel. They met out by the pool. He asked if she wanted to hear his latest song.
“And as I listened to him recite this song—it was a long one—I watched as one woman after another, all in bikinis, arranged themselves on beach chairs behind Leonard,” Vega recalled. “After he finished reciting, I said to Leonard, ‘Have you noticed these women in bikinis arranging themselves here?’ And completely deadpan, without glancing around, Leonard said, ‘It works every time.’ ”
http://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2 016/10/17/leonard-cohen-makes-it-darker
(Bom, aos onze ou doze talvez seja outro efeito…)