Vincent - a mystic gift

Starry, starry night
Paint your palette blue and gray
http://content.barewalls.com/closeup/van053c.jpg
Look out on a summer's day
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul
http://www.nga.gov/exhibitions/gogh/images/610x390/070-070.jpg
Shadows on the hills
Sketch the trees and the daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills
In colors on the snowy linen land
http://www.nga.gov/exhibitions/gogh/images/610x390/045-045.jpg

Now I understand what you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
http://www.nga.gov/exhibitions/gogh/images/610x390/041-072.jpg
How you tried to set them free
They would not listen, they did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now
http://www.vangoghmuseum.nl/images/collection/largepaintings/F212_lrg.jpg

Starry, starry night
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
http://www.vangoghmuseum.nl/images/collection/largepaintings/F748_lrg.jpg
Swirling clouds in violet haze
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue
Colors changing hue
http://www.nga.gov/exhibitions/gogh/images/610x390/040-021.jpg
Morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand
http://www.vangoghmuseum.nl/images/collection/largepaintings/F618_lrg.jpg

Now I understand what you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
http://www.vangoghmuseum.nl/images/collection/largepaintings/F522_lrg.jpg
They would not listen, they did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now
http://www.vangoghmuseum.nl/images/collection/largepaintings/F255_lrg.jpg

For they could not love you
But still your love was true
And when no hope was left inside
http://www.vangoghmuseum.nl/images/collection/largepaintings/F412_lrg.jpg
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
http://www.vangoghmuseum.nl/images/collection/largepaintings/F296_lrg.jpg

Starry, starry night
Portraits hung in empty halls
Frameless heads on nameless walls
With eyes that watch the world and can't forget
http://www.nga.gov/exhibitions/gogh/images/610x390/053-052.jpg
Like the strangers that you've met
The ragged men in ragged clothes
A silver thorn, a bloody rose
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow
http://www.nga.gov/exhibitions/gogh/images/610x390/006-012.jpg

Now I think I know what you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
http://www.vangoghmuseum.nl/images/collection/largepaintings/F610_lrg.jpg
They would not listen, they're not listening still
Perhaps they never will...
http://www.vangoghmuseum.nl/images/collection/largepaintings/2_S031v_lrg.jpg



Este post deve ser visto/lido ao som de Vincent de Don MacLean.
Palavras de Don MacLean
Pinturas de Vincent Van Vogh
Mistura de Gatsby

http://www.nga.gov/exhibitions/gogh/images/610x390/049-049.jpg

Adorei, embora sem som, pois nada tenho do Don McLean.
Mas os olhos também comem. :D

:) :) ;)

Tenho o quarto do V. colado no meu frigorifico ...
Uma homenagem muito pobrezinha ao Mestre, mas muito sentida.

Blue

Há uns tempos mandaram-me por mail um puzzle online com o quarto de Van Gogh.

Está algures aqui

http://www.brainsbreaker.com

mas como o meu PC empanca nalguns links, não consigo lá chegar. Pode ser que tenhas sorte, e se isso acontecer, põe aqui o url, sff.

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http://www.commentcertainsvivent.com/images/brel_grd.jpg




Brel par Brel



nostálgico

L`enfance
Qui peut nous dire quand ça finit
Qui peut nous dire quand ça commence
C`est rien avec de l`imprudence
C`est tout ce qui n`est pas écrit


adolescente

Ce soir j`attends Madeleine
J`ai apporté du lilas
J`en apporte toutes les semaines
Madeleine elle aime bien ça
Ce soir j`attends Madeleine
On prendra le tram trente-trois
Pour manger des frites chez Eugène
Madeleine elle aime tant ça


boémio

Dans le port d'Amsterdam
Y a des marins qui boivent
Et qui boivent et reboivent
Et qui reboivent encore
Ils boivent à la santé
Des putains d'Amsterdam
De Hambourg ou d'ailleurs


elegante

Qu`une valse à trois temps
Une valse à quatre temps
Une valse à vingt ans
C`est beaucoup plus troublant
C`est beaucoup plus troublant
Mais beaucoup plus charmant


cáustico

Si elles dansent c`est parce qu`elles ont vingt ans
Et qu`à vingt ans il faut se fiancer
Se fiancer pour pouvoir se marier
Et se marier pour avoir des enfants
C`est ce que leur ont dit leurs parents


político

Les bourgeois c'est comme les cochons
Plus ça devient vieux plus ça devient bête
Les bourgeois c'est comme les cochons
Plus ça devient vieux plus ça devient c...


apaixonado

Ne me quitte pas
Je t'inventerai
Des mots insensés
Que tu comprendras
Je te parlerai
De ces amants là
Qui ont vu deux fois
Leurs coeurs s'embraser


engagé

Quand on a que l’amour
A s’offrir en prière
Pour les maux de la terre
En simple troubadour


terno

Mais mon amour
Mon doux mon tendre mon merveilleux amour
De l'aube claire jusqu'à la fin du jour
Je t'aime encore tu sais je t'aime


compassivo

Les vieux ne parlent plus
ou alors seulement
parfois du bout des yeux,
Même riches ils sont pauvres,
ils n'ont plus d'illusions,
et n'ont qu'un coeur pour deux.



A ordem dos factores é, simplesmente, arbitrária.

merci bien mystic

:)

Ils me rapellent mon enfance.