Avalanche - Leonard Cohen

    Well I stepped into an avalanche,
    it covered up my soul;
    when I am not this hunchback that you see,
    I sleep beneath the golden hill
    You who wish to conquer pain,
    you must learn, learn to serve me well

    You strike my side by accident
    as you go down for your gold
    The cripple here that you clothe and feed
    is neither starved nor cold;
    he does not ask for your company,
    not at the centre, the centre of the world

    When I am on a pedestal,
    you did not raise me there
    Your laws do not compel me
    to kneel grotesque and bare
    I myself am the pedestal
    for this ugly hump at which you stare

    You who wish to conquer pain,
    you must learn what makes me kind;
    the crumbs of love that you offer me,
    they're the crumbs I've left behind
    Your pain is no credential here,
    it's just the shadow, shadow of my wound

    I have begun to long for you,
    I who have no greed;
    I have begun to ask for you,
    I who have no need
    You say you've gone away from me,
    but I can feel you when you breathe

    Do not dress in those rags for me,
    I know you are not poor;
    you don't love me quite so fiercely now
    when you know that you are not sure,
    it is your turn, beloved,
    it is your flesh that I wear

    Marco Giunco
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