One of the principles which I’ve chosen to guide my evolution is trying not to regret anything that I do or don’t do. This is why I always have to make an agreement between my reason and my heart in order not to upset any of the two by acting in a certain way. Tonight, it seems, my heart has something to cast in my dish. Apparently, when there are plenty of offers and you have a hard time picking, you might just end up with an empty bag. Bucharest Days – museums opened during night, events in the old center, concerts, theater plays, fireworks, projections on the main historical buildings, readings, parades. What did I see from all these? Bryan Adams and some fireworks. Maybe the poorest choices. Names which I dreamt of seeing live in Bucharest: Metallica, Al Di Meola, Leonard Cohen. I’ve ended up missing them all. “Dance me to the end of love” was the first song which gave me physical, nervous, extreme emotional reactions. Connected strongly with its official video, the song became a personal weakness. This was 5 years ago. After discovering his other songs, I declared this man the ideal combination between poetry and its masculine articulation (the feminine one might be Tori Amos’s). Here I am, trying to convince my heart that listening to Cohen’s music is an intimate experience, just as listening to your beloved whispering a poem to your ears.
And you want to travel with him and you want to travel blind
And you think maybe you’ll trust him for he’s touched your perfect body
With his mind.
(Leonard Cohen)
