Моему дяде несколько лет назад сделали сложную операцию на сердце. Он говорит, что после такой операции, дольше 10 лет не живут. В этом году ему исполнилось 70 лет и он хладнокровно отсчитал себе «дополнительно» 5-7 лет.

Дядя много работает, путешествует, читает, смотрит кино и удивляет друзей невиданными кулинарными излишествами (мясо с абрикосами, сливовые пироги).

Его главная приговорка: «Ну, мне так долго не прожить», причем, в том смысле, «это для вас проблема, а мне-то все равно».

На все житейские проблемы у него один ответ: «на 5-7 лет хватит в любом случае, а потом все равно помру».

Поэтому он равнодушен к накоплению и сбережению, к сложным заболеваниям и к неприятной возможности быть брошенным молодой любовницей.

Просто инженер Кириллов какой-то. Видимо стоит смертельно заболеть, чтобы почувствовать себя радикально свободным.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0uCTJ7hkX-k

взято у norlink

Еще один кусочек из документалки про Леонарда Коэна.

Everybody knows that the dice are loaded

Everybody rolls with their fingers crossed

Everybody knows that the war is over

Everybody knows the good guys lost

Everybody knows the fight was fixed

The poor stay poor, the rich get rich

Thats how it goes

Everybody knows

Everybody knows that the boat is leaking

Everybody knows that the captain lied

Everybody got this broken feeling

Like their father or their dog just died

Everybody talking to their pockets

Everybody wants a box of chocolates

And a long stem rose

Everybody knows

Everybody knows that you love me baby

Everybody knows that you really do

Everybody knows that youve been faithful

Ah give or take a night or two

Everybody knows youve been discreet

But there were so many people you just had to meet

Without your clothes

And everybody knows

Everybody knows, everybody knows

Thats how it goes

Everybody knows

Everybody knows, everybody knows

Thats how it goes

Everybody knows

And everybody knows that its now or never

Everybody knows that its me or you

And everybody knows that you live forever

Ah when youve done a line or two

Everybody knows the deal is rotten

Old black joes still pickin cotton

For your ribbons and bows

And everybody knows

And everybody knows that the plague is coming

Everybody knows that its moving fast

Everybody knows that the naked man and woman

Are just a shining artifact of the past

Everybody knows the scene is dead

But theres gonna be a meter on your bed

That will disclose

What everybody knows

And everybody knows that youre in trouble

Everybody knows what youve been through

From the bloody cross on top of calvary

To the beach of malibu

Everybody knows its coming apart

Take one last look at this sacred heart

Before it blows

And everybody knows

Everybody knows, everybody knows

Thats how it goes

Everybody knows

Oh everybody knows, everybody knows

Thats how it goes

Everybody knows

Everybody knows

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jvqvAUqIqOU

Мой любимый певец и любимая песня. Это отрывок и документального фильма про Леонарда Коэна.

Rufus Wainwright тоже отличный. Я его первый раз увидела в фильме о Коэне.

I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel,

you were talking so brave and so sweet,

giving me head on the unmade bed,

while the limousines wait in the street.

Those were the reasons and that was New York,

we were running for the money and the flesh.

And that was called love for the workers in song

probably still is for those of them left.

Ah but you got away, didn’t you babe,

you just turned your back on the crowd,

you got away, I never once heard you say,

I need you, I don’t need you,

I need you, I don’t need you

and all of that jiving around.

I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel

you were famous, your heart was a legend.

You told me again you preferred handsome men

but for me you would make an exception.

And clenching your fist for the ones like us

who are oppressed by the figures of beauty,

you fixed yourself, you said, «Well never mind,

we are ugly but we have the music.»

And then you got away, didn’t you babe…

I don’t mean to suggest that I loved you the best,

I can’t keep track of each fallen robin.

I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel,

that’s all, I don’t even think of you that often.

спасибо poor-ju и za_gonzalez , что напомнили.