domingo, 14 de noviembre de 2010

Noche Estrellada

Starry, starry night 
La memorable canción de Don McLean Vincent (Starry, Starry Night). 
Un retrato de la vida real de Vincent van Gogh. 





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

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 
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 fields 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 
They did not listen, they did not know how 
Perhaps they'll listen now 
Starry, starry night

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... 



Vincent van Gogh representaba con amarillo la vida, la fuerza, la luz  y todo lo bello. En el cuadro el cielo tiene grandes estrellas brillantes. La aldea tiene sus casitas iluminadas. Pero la iglesia está a oscuras.

(mi gratitud a Pr. Marcelo Valenzuela por ayudarme a descifrar este mensaje)

1 comentario:

cclaridad dijo...

Muchas veces nuestra espiritualidad (¿o sólo la mía?) está apagada. Al menos así la perciben los demás.
Bastaría apenas un poco de luz para acoger a aquellos seres que tienen una mirada distinta frente a la vida, cuya esencia es especial y única.

¡Una gota de generosidad hace la diferencia!

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