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Boogie Street

O Crown of Light, O Darkened One,

I never thought we'd meet.

You kiss my lips, and then it's done:

I'm back on Boogie Street.

A sip of wine, a cigarette,

And then it's time to go

I tidied up the kitchenette;

I tuned the old banjo.

I'm wanted at the traffic-jam.

They're saving me a seat.

I'm what I am, and what I am,

Is back on Boogie Street.

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If there was a song expressing the quintessence of Leonard Cohen , it could be " Boogie Street". The title is the anglicized name of a street Singapore (Bugis Street) who was famous for the intensity and diversity of entertainment that prevailed day and night shops in all kinds (including traffic forgeries) the day, sex and drugs the night. As in "A Thousand Kisses Deep " Leonard Cohen considers are, in all of us, a "Bugis Street" with its illusions, its compromises, its temptations and vices, its dark corners and cheating ... To each his own "demons", they say .

Only love can help to transcend and, perhaps, give meaning to the vicissitudes of our soul, but it is always difficult and risky to move through the maze of our feelings. Their complexity and consequences evoke determinism into chaos. The apparent chaos of feelings is the result of their complexity, the multiplicity their causes, and the strength of their interdependence. The smallest events in life and can cause cascades of "disturbances", whose effects, although logical, are, in practice, unpredictable.

Love is like a flash, so that the higher the clouds, illuminating a moment the tormented landscape of our soul to see how the drawing (or purposely?).

Bugis Street

You, halo, you, the darkened

That was way surprised me

A kiss on my lips and then

once again and Bugis Street

A little wine, a cigarette

It does not linger

I cleaned the kitchen

The banjo granted

At Bottling, waiting for me

I've kept a place

I am what I am being

Back Bugis Street

Oh, my love, I am reminded

What pleasures we knew

Falls and rivers

Where we both baignâmes

Stunned by your beauty rare

Submitted to your service

By such instructions were prepared

A man Bugis Street

You, halo, you, the darkened ...

Come, my friends, without fear

If we are light beings

For we are made of love,

Disappear in love

Although plans are in the flesh

On door leaflet

No one even tells us what

Serves Bugis Street

You, the halo, you, the darkened

That surprised me is way

A kiss on my lips and then

once again and Bugis Street

A little wine, a cigarette

It does not linger

(Translation - Adaptation: Polyphrène)