Noite estrelada

Starry Night 

Enquanto assistia o vídeo do post anterior, com as belas pinturas de moçoilas, me deparei com outro vídeo interessantíssimo no Youtube. Dessa vez, sem pinturas de mocinhas. Mas com pinturas do mocinho, o incomparável Vincent Van Gogh. E o que eu não sabia é que um cantor chamado Don McLean, durante a década de 70, depois de ler uma biografia do pintor, compôs uma lindíssima música sobre ele, chamada “Vincent”, mas mais conhecida por “Starry Starry Night”, que também é o título de uma das pinturas mais famosas do artista, retratando uma noite de céu estrelado. Letra e música são tão lindas que fiquei extremamente comovida e quero compartilhar com vocês essa experiência audio-visual de muito bom gosto. Enjoy!

Vincent – Don McLean

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.
And 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 flo’rs that brightly blaze

swirling clouds in violet haze reflect in
Vincent’s eyes of China blue.
Colors changing hue
morning fields of amber grain

weathered faces lined in pain
are soothed beneath the artist’s
loving hand.
And now I understand what you tried to say to me

how you suffered for your sanity
how you tried to set them free.
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 heads on nameless walls
with eyes that watch the world and can’t forget.
Like the stranger that you’ve met

the ragged men in ragged clothes

the silver thorn of bloddy rose
lie crushed and broken
on the virgin snow.
And 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 list’ning still
perhaps they never will.

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One thought on “Noite estrelada

  1. The picture of van Gogh, remamber this, close eays and put on The Doors Moonlights drive – realy fantastic let the picture move in your mind pablocoolcountry

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