Ten days passed, and I'm still trying to come down from the high of Leonard Cohen's gig.
And trying to find words to describe it, but I'm no poet and nothing less than poetry could make you feel the sense of awe and peacefulness and understanding and sheer pleasure I felt that night, letting his deep, smoky, perfect voice wash over me.
Three hours, no less, of beautiful music and even more beautiful lyrics.

If you have the chance, go to see him live.
Really, do it.

Then, in the few moments you are able to come down to Earth again and be aware of your surroundings, try to refrain from killing all the people around you who, instead of enjoying this almost mystical experience, are using their phones to take pics to the stage and/or record videos.
I felt quite the Luddite, honestly.