Un 29 de julio de 1890, el famoso pintor Vincent Van Gogh, perdió la vida. Existe la versión de que intentó quitarse la vida, pero 21 años después, apareció otra versión deduciendo que la herida en el pecho fue producto de una bala perdida de René Secrétan, un adolescente quien junto con su hermano Gastón, se encontraba veraneando en Auvers. Como eran conocidos del pintor, no quiso incriminarlos y se echó la culpa del accidente. Pensando quizás que la herida no era grave, llegó a su domicilio en el sur de Francia, muriendo 2 días después.
Fue precisamente un tema compuesto por Don Mclean, tras terminar de leer la biografía del famoso pintor nacido en donde lo que hoy se conoce como los Países Bajos, Vincent Van Gogh, lo que me hizo hurgar sobre la historia de la canción. Este cantautor se sintió conmovido por la lucha del pintor para mantener su cordura y por su deseo de ser amado y comprendido y que murió con apenas 37 años de trágica manera en el sur de Francia.
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 the daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills
In colors on the snowy linen land
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 flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds in violet haze
Reflecting 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 hands
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
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 strangers that you've met
The ragged men in ragged clothes
A silver thorn on a 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
DON MCLEAN – VINCENT
JOSH GROBAN – VINCENT
JULIO IGLESIAS – VINCENT
LIANNE LA HAVAS - VINCENT
JAMES BLAKE – VINCENT
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