Vincent Van Gogh

When the bullet went across his chest, he ended his life in a mysterious way. Years go by, time cannot wash away his charisma. Still, in this memorial moment, I would like to go over again my summer with this representative of postimpressionism – Vincent Van Gogh.

The Starry Night

Montmartre. Paris

Four Cut Sunflowers.

Song - Vincent

Paint your pallet blue and grey
Look out on a summers day
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul 
Shadows on the hills 
Sketch the trees and daffodils 
Catch the breeze and the winter chills 
In colors on the snowy lined 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 do not know how 
Perhaps they'll listen now 
Starry, starry night 
Flaming flowers that brightly blazed
Swirling clouds and violet haze
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue 
Colors changing hue 
Morning fields of amber grey 
Whethered faces lined in pain 
Are soothed beneath the artists' loving hand 
Now I understand 
What you tired to say to me 

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