The winter chills in color...

 

Une image ordinaire de la Venise ordinaire, sur "Vincent" (*) la très belle chanson de Don Mc Lean, une merveilleuse mélodie qui résonne ce matin dans la maison et exprime bien notre état d'âme ici devant tant de beauté, devant cette lumière incroyable et cette douce mélancolie qui nous prend lorsque déjà nous devons songer à repartir...

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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* Chanson composée par Don Mc Lean et dédiée à Vincent Van Gogh, devenue un peu l'hymne officiel du musée Van Gogh d'Amsterdam. C'est notre item à Venise.

Publié par Lorenzo