Happy Birthday poet!
You filled my silent moments with your husky voice that ages like whisky and becomes evermore tender as you get older.
I don't know where to start... from finding your house near Marie-Anne street in Montreal, or the tears I shed in Budapest while sitting in the first row, watching you perform 'Lover, lover, lover' with that amazing lutist? From the depth of a kiss to how you say 'I'm your man'? From the flaming words of 'A thousand kisses deep' to the blues of 'famous blue raincoat'? From the excitement of 'First we take Manhattan' to then taking Berlin? I don't know which one... I have memories with all your songs... memories in different places, memories that travel.
Happy Birthday poet