Just like a factory girl

é certo que tanto quanto se sabe o amor de Edie Sedgwick por Bob Dylan nunca foi correspondido. também é certo que ela deve ser uma daquelas para quem demasiado cedo na sua vida foi tarde demais.* e porque isto me bastou para ir a correr ouvir todos os discos desse demónio de olhar lancinante que possuo, o meu quarto é agora um lugar vagamente assombrado. (it's alright, ma. i'm only bleeding).






(...)
Nobody has to guess
That Baby can't be blessed
Till she sees finally that she's like all the rest
With her fog, her amphetamine and her pearls.
She takes just like a woman, yes, she does
She makes love just like a woman, yes, she does
And she aches just like a woman
But she breaks just like a little girl.

It was raining from the first
And I was dying there of thirst
So I came in here
And your long-time curse hurts
But what's worse
Is this pain in here
I can't stay in here
Ain't it clear that

I just can't fit
Yes, I believe it's time for us to quit
When we meet again
Introduced as friends
Please don't let on that you knew me when
I was hungry and it was your world.
Ah, you fake just like a woman, yes, you do
You make love just like a woman, yes, you do
Then you ache just like a woman
But you break just like a little girl.

Bob Dylan | Just like a woman




* d'après Marguerite Duras