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Thanks Tanya.

A song that meant so much in 1988:

http://youtu.be/LzO3qwEM1BA

Boss

You are welcome, Adam.

Tanya,

Who are you?

And who am I?

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Love

Do not ask a question, If you are not ready to hear an answer.
I will delete what I can from your thread. Sorry for bothering.

Leonard Cohen has concluded his final concert in Auckland. I would like to thank him and all involved for bringing so much happiness to so many of us over the innocent years.

Boss

Like a broken old record
They tell me, “Forget her”
Everyone has their say
They think they know better

But indeed who are they?
Was it them who went down?
Did they lie on our couch?
Did they watch Murphy Brown?

Did they love by a pond?
Did they dance to Phil Collins?
Did they share bolognaise?
Did they rouse the spring pollens?

It’s from a cool distance
They prescribe pills for me
Advance all their theories
In their dead certainty

In Light As The Breeze
Cohen waits for her kiss
No one says he is mad
He just ‘follows his bliss’

An old troubadour
Imprisoned by time
He hankers for someone
To finish the rhyme

I am but a relic
Of yesterday’s past
I conceded my soul
My flag is half mast

I tried all the others
They tasted the same
Strings all attached
A predictable game

Don’t want any skirt
And she annoys, too
She ripped out my heart
Desiccated it true

It ain’t time to move
I can’t walk, I can’t run
I’m not on the road
20 years so undone

I treated you wrong
My forthcoming bride
Not there in the clinches
Not there when you cried

My quest so important
Had to find out ‘the truth’
But now I’m alone
I softly say, “Strewth”

I don’t need your pity
Your advice, innuendo
Somewhere in my heart
Lives a haggard crescendo

My future rots freely
My flesh and my bones
I live in a memory
Won’t quit, won’t atone

Can our passion exist
Long after it’s gone?
You know somethin’ baby
Our love is not wrong

I look to you Woman
At the end of the week
I light up two candles
It’s your heart that I seek

Are you lonely now girl?
Is your soul bare tonight?
The winter wind grinding
You put up a good fight!

I remember you, Jackie
Your cheekiness cue
The critics still anxious
To crush me and you

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Happy New Year,
Adam

21 years ago

Thursday, the 24th of December, 1992

Spoke to the kids’ teacher last night. She has hassles. Got home at 3 am. – worked from 7-3. At 3 turned on ‘Happy X’mas (War Is Over)’ and thought of home. In the kitchen with a group of strangers. It’s now 7.27 pm. and I’m about to have my dinner in this bomb shelter. It’s all set out, tree, lights and all – 15 of us to see in Christmas 1992. I feel pensive, sad, excited – I don’t know. Christmas is here and I feel lonely. This is so different. Cheers to all my loved friends and family in Australia. Happy Christmas and Happy Chanukah – especially to you, Bub!

Friday, the 25th of December, 1992

10.53 am. – Dad and co. rang at 10.00 am. (7 pm. in Oz). It was nice to hear their voices. Dad seemed a little worried – but that’s Dad. I love them. Looking forward to hearing from Mum. The meal/celebrations last night were fun. 15 people from all over the world. We sang, opened presents, laughed and argued. I was very tired and became irritable – that’s life. At a strange stage at the moment. New defences are in action. Living in a tight group of 4 or 5 you feel close, people shit you and all the while you want to be wanted and accepted while feeling pissed off (sometimes). I feel I will stick it out in Israel while I know my heart pines for Jackie and home.

Time slips by so quickly.

Dad's always worry, Mums too - I suppose it's in our genetic coding. What a gift you have given to yourself by first writing and then saving these journals. Curious - when you re-read your journals now do you ever wish that you could speak to your self then? and same question in reverse - do you ever feel like your self from then speaks to you, has something to convey to you, now?

much love during this holiday season,
cate

Cate, I don't know how I reflect on my diaries. I am one soul. What I wrote in 1992 sings today in 2013 in its own inimitable way. I suppose I regret leaving Jackie, but then again if I didn't go to Israel a 'loose end' would never have been confirmed. You know I like the me that writes, is creative. I love 'nailing' a piece. My 3 diaries were all written when I was on the move. There is something desperate about travelling, something alive. I just feel I have to get it all down in writing. When I read what I was thinking, doing I kinda get transformed back into the mindset. I am there. I do regret things, like anyone, but I forgive myself with G-d's help then and now. There is only one issue I have difficulty finding forgiveness within myself for - I don't think I will ever know it. Cate, I can see I haven't answered your questions adequately. I apologise.

My dad once wrote that 'Christmas has a mythical quality'. Although a Jew, I think he was right. Love to you too during this holiday season, Cate.

Expectant on New Year's Eve,
Adam

http://youtu.be/S2o2kdd_Veo

We in deep Ignorance
Oh when shall we Know?

What's this "we" business, Boss?

It's what I said.