" Reality si one of the possibilities I cannot afford to ignore ". LC

The calendar reality says it's September ....21 .... Happy birthday !!!!

Bewildered to hear Marie'´s story , just unbelievable.....thank you so much for the treasures you brought us. Your strenght and tenacity will be the best weapon to face adversity . I'll be on your side and your faithful reader in your future plans.

Humble,vibrant homage to his friend
"Just as there is no extra Word in a good poem" , there is no extra Word in this magnificient homage to an artist .

So sad to hear this very bad news .learned so much about Leonard Cohen, through his witty comments and insight. I do hope that, One day , he comes back to us. Thank you for sharing the information.

No less than " A THOUSAND BURNING VIOLINS " to celebrate your 80 th birthday.

YOU, the incomparable wordman , the incantory voice, the Poet we all need. THANK YOU for all these years in Art.

HAVE THE MOST WONDERFUL BIRTHDAY

To Leonard Cohen , 80th birthday celebration

"A THOUSAND BURNING HEARTS" , longing to sit with you ,on YOUR bench, the mind embarked in some sort of a magic dance,on your words and the ebb and flow of moving waters.

Sent contribution yesterday. So delighted to be involved in this great project. Hope to sit on "the bench" One day......

Greetings from France.

An unusual célébration is needed ... Among Others... Why not a worldwide celebration....Leonard Cohen being a World citizen.... We could think of 80 great places where mémorable concerts were held and have something spécial in each of those places ,on that very day (21 september) music- poems- short...

When was this homage written? E Morente died in 2010.

What humble and well written lines to enrique Morente.....the most beautiful homage ever read....thank you so much for giving us such a jewel..... When I listen to L cohen My Life becomes to shallow to swim in...... When I read L Cohen I enter the kingdom of Poetry

From France,
Whising you the best of birthdays.
" Whither thou goest, "I Will go. Not a single day without you.
In rarefied air, you are the breathing I live on.

Don't ever stop articulations that can not be articulantes any other way,You, my Poet, "My Man."
With deep respect