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segunda-feira, 30 de março de 2009

starry, starry night



porque hoje faz anos que nasceu Van Gogh.
a musica de Don McLean em homenagem a ele.
eu dedico este post a todos os doentes bipolares.

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Starry, starry night.
Paint your palette blue and grey,
Look out on a summer's day,
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul.
Shadows on the hills,
Sketch the trees and the daffodils,
Catch the breeze and the winter chills,
In colors on the snowy linen land.

Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they did not know how.
Perhaps they'll listen now.

Starry, starry night.
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
Swirling clouds in violet haze,
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue.
Colors changing hue, morning field of amber grain,
Weathered faces lined in pain,
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.

Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they did not know how.
Perhaps they'll listen now.

For they could not love you,
But still your love was true.
And when no hope was left in sight
On that starry, starry night,
You took your life, as lovers often do.
But I could have told you, Vincent,
This world was never meant for one
As beautiful as you.

Starry, starry night.
Portraits hung in empty halls,
Frameless head on nameless walls,
With eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
Like the strangers that you've met,
The ragged men in the ragged clothes,
The silver thorn of bloody rose,
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow.

Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they're not listening still.
Perhaps they never will...

10 comentários:

  1. e como é maravilhoso o quadro :) li há uns tempos que ainda que seja a pintura noctura das vistas que supostamente teria do seu quarto, foi inteiramente pintado durante o dia ;)

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  2. :-)

    é verdade, querida Once, também li..
    beijinho e b.q

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  3. lindo o teu gesto ,Júlia ,quão bonita a escolha


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    um beijo

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  4. e eu sei quanto gostas dele também, Minucha!

    beijo

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  5. escuché la canción, la vieja canción de Don Mclean "Vicent" con una mezcla rara de nostalgia y admiración que me hizo transladarme en el tiempo a un verano ya muy lejano en el cual pasé mis tardes al lado de una sinfonola escuchando " American Pie " un verano una canción que nunca olvidaré, hoy al escuchar tu canción he vuelto allí he vuelto a sentirme joven y soñar como entonces que todo aún es posible
    Gracias por la canción

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  6. Anxel, olá, há quanto tempo!..:-)

    fico feliz por gostares e por poder ler o teu sentir.

    A Arte tem sempre esse condão, fazer com que acreditemos.

    abraço e bem querer!

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