Days of Kindness


Greece is a good place to look at the moon, isn't it
You can read by moonlight
You can read on the terrace
You can see a face as you saw it when you were young
There was good light then, oil lamps and candles
And those little flames that floated on a cork in olive oil
What I loved in my old life
I haven't forgotten
It lives in my spine
Marianne and the child
The days of kindness
It rises in my spine and it manifests as tears
I pray that loving memory exists for them too
The precious ones I overthrew
For an education in the world


Leonard Cohen, „Days of Kindness”

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