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Dylan Fest 2009 e o poema Little Buddy

A terceira edição do Dylan Fest’09 acontece hoje (21) no The Mercury Lounge, em Nova York.

O festival é uma iniciativa do blog Smoking Section, da revista gringa Rolling Stone.

“Uma noite para ficar bêbado e celebrar os maiores hits de Bob Dylan” com: Hymns; Adam Green; Grant Maxwell (The Morning Pages); Jody Porter (Fountains Of Wayne); The Pierces; Matt Romano (Little Joy/Albert Hammond Jr. Band); Russell Simins (Jon Spencer Blues Explosion/Men Without Pants); Fab Moretti (The Strokes/Little Joy); Nikolai Fraiture (The Strokes/Nickel Eye); Sammy James Jr. (Mooney Suzuki); The Teenage Prayers; e muito mais…

Little Buddy

Essa semana a casa de leilão Christie’s (Nova York) anunciou o leilão de um poema de Bob Dylan, escrito pelo poeta e músico durante um acampamento judaico em 1957.

Logo depois, a Reuters divulgou uma nota dizendo que o manuscrito, intitulado Little Buddy, é uma versão revisada dos versos de uma música do cantor canadense de country Hank Snow – que morreu em 1999, aos 85 anos.

Segundo a agência, a Christie’s enviou em um comunicado a seguinte declaração: “Informações adicionais surgiram sobre o poema manuscrito supostamente feito por Bob Dylan para o jornal do acampamento judaico, escrito quando ele tinha 16, intitulada ‘Little Buddy’. As palavras são, na verdade, uma versão revisada dos versos de uma música de Hank Snow.”

Na folha escrita frente e verso com tinta azul, Dylan assinou como Bobby Zimmerman.

Little Buddy

Broken hearted and so sad
Big blue eyes all covered with tears
Was a picture of sorrow to see
Kneeling close to the side
Of his pal and only pride
A little lad, these words he told me
He was such a lovely doggy
And to me he was such fun
But today as we played by the way
A drunken man got mad at him
Because he barked in joy
He beat him and he’s dying here today
Will you call the doctor please
And tell him if he comes right now
He’ll save my precious doggy here he lay
Then he left the fluffy head
But his little dog was dead
Just a shiver and he slowly passed away
He didn’t know his dog had died
So I told him as he cried
Come with me son we’ll get that doctor right away
But when I returned
He had his little pal upon his knee
And the teardrops, they were blinding his big blue eyes
Your too late sir my doggy’s dead
And no one can save him now
But I’ll meet my precious buddy up in the sky
By a tiny narrow grave
Where the willows sadly wave
Are the words so clear you’re sure to find
Little Buddy Rest In Peace
God Will Watch You Thru The Years
Cause I Told You In My Dreams That You
Were Mine

Bobby Zimmerman

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O manuscrito, que será leiloado no dia 23 de junho, pode chegar a valer 15 mil dólares (cerca de R$ 30,300).

(Véronique)