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SARA

I laid on a dune, I looked at the sky
When the children were babies and played on the beach
You came up behind me, I saw you go by
You were always so close and still within reach

Sara, Sara
Whatever made you want to change your mind
Sara, Sara
So easy to look at, so hard to define

I can still see them playin' with their pails in the sand
They run to the water their buckets to fill
I can still see the shells fallin' out of their hands
As they follow each other back up the hill

Sara, Sara
Sweet virgin angel, sweet love of my life
Sara, Sara
Radiant jewel, mystical wife

Sleepin' in the woods by a fire in the night
Drinkin' white rum in a Portugal bar
Them playin' leapfrog and hearin' about Snow White
You in the marketplace in Savanna-la-Mar

Sara, Sara
It's all so clear, I could never forget
Sara, Sara
Lovin' you is the one thing I'll never regret

I can still hear the sounds of those Methodist bells
I'd taken the cure and had just gotten through
Stayin' up for days in the Chelsea Hotel
Writin' sad-eyed lady of the lowlands for you

Sara, Sara
Wherever we travel we're never apart
Sara, oh Sara
Beautiful lady, so dear to my heart

How did I meet you? I don't know
A messenger sent me in a tropical storm
You were there in the winter, moonlight on the snow
And on Lily Pond Lane when the weather was warm

Sara, oh Sara
Scorpio Sphinx in a calico dress
Sara, Sara
You must forgive me my unworthiness

Now the beach is deserted except for some kelp
And a piece of an old ship that lies on the shore
You always responded when I needed your help
You gimme a map and a key to your door

Sara, oh Sara
Glamorous nymph with an arrow and bow
Sara, oh Sara
Don't ever leave me, don't ever go

    O Nobel esteve em Portugal em 1965, passando um curto período de férias na companhia daquela que viria a ser sua esposa, Sara Lawnds. 

Na sequência dessa estadia e da certeza da ida a um bar onde previsivelmente terá consumido rum, Dylan terá apanhado uma intoxicação alimentar que o deixou derreado durante uma semana já fora do nosso rectângulo.

    Essa passagem surge imortalizada na letra da canção SARA,  na sua quinta estrofe, que o autor dedica a sua esposa:

"Drinkin' white rum in a Portugal bar". 

    Recuperado dessa intoxicação que o levou a reflectir sobre o caminho a prosseguir, editou aquele que viria a ser um dos grandes exitos da sua longa e brilhante discografia "Like a Rolling Stone". 

    Chegamos pois à conclusão que Portugal é um país que não deixa ninguém indiferente, para o bem ou para o mal. 

João Andarilho