At the beginning of 2016, was unfolding in front of me a whole new life.
The future seemed promising. The love blessed.
The lengendary sunshine and the endless coastline spoke for eternality. The blue, absolutely everywhere, would never fade away.
Yet, there was something missing. There were questions.
I started to take pictures. Traveled a lot alone.
I was expecting the new works of Leonard Cohen : a poetry book and an album, even a tour?
It sounded like a great year to jump in. Didn’t know it would be Leonard’s last one. Thanks for the dance, said he.
Many things have changed since then. Nothing stays truly eternal. But I would like to say as well : thank you, thanks for the dance.
Thanks for the dance I'm sorry you're tired The evening has hardly begun Thanks for the dance Try to look inspired One, two, three, one, two, three, one So turn up the music Pour out the wine Stop at the surface The surface is fine We don't need to go any deeper And there's nothing to do But to wonder if you Are as hopeless as me And as decent
