Reescribiendo a Bob Dylan: Balada de la señorita solitaria

No hace mucho muy ufana
paseabas indiferente
y a algún pobre en la mañana
le soltabas de repente
un centavo a que lo cuente.
Mas ahora mira: cuentas ya
lo que encuentras, muy silente,
cual canto que rodado va. 

Ibas antes con desgana
al colegio y muy caliente
no esperabas la campana
para irte cuando «vente»
te decían a un ambiente
solitario y con sofá.
¿Hoy? Con varios, es patente,
cual canto que rodado va.

Mirabas por la ventana
el invierno que no miente;
juzgabas muy muy lejana
la mano del indigente.
Pero hoy es diferente:
hoy si alguno algo te da
acudes eternamente
cual canto que rodado va.

Princesa, di, ¿qué se siente
andar de acá para acullá,
ser cualquiera entre la gente
cual canto que rodado va?


Escrito a partir de «Like a Rolling Stone», de Bob Dylan:

Once upon a time you dressed so fine
You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn’t you?
People’d call, say, “Beware doll, you’re bound to fall”
You thought they were all kiddin’ you
You used to laugh about
Everybody that was hangin’ out
Now you don’t talk so loud
Now you don’t seem so proud
About having to be scrounging for your next meal.

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be without a home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

You’ve gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely
But you know you only used to get juiced in it
And nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street
And now you find out you’re gonna have to get used to it
You said you’d never compromise
With the mystery tramp, but now you realize
He’s not selling any alibis
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
And ask him do you want to make a deal?

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

You never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns
When they all come down and did tricks for you
You never understood that it ain’t no good
You shouldn’t let other people get your kicks for you
You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat
Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat
Ain’t it hard when you discover that
He really wasn’t where it’s at
After he took from you everything he could steal.

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people
They’re drinkin’, thinkin’ that they got it made
Exchanging all kinds of precious gifts and things
But you’d better lift your diamond ring, you’d better pawn it babe
You used to be so amused
At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used
Go to him now, he calls you, you can’t refuse
When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose
You’re invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal.

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

Imagen de cabecera: Patricia Arquette en el video de la versión de «Like a Rolling Stone» hecha por The Rolling Stones.

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