“Vincent” and Vincent
I think I knew Vincent, he is finding something meant for him and very important to his life purpose.
The love story of Vincent, which I knew, that I would remember the most from the sincere sharing, in a starry starry night. With gentle wind blowing, with the words from his deep heart, with his blue colored emotion, the calm Vincent is drinking hot coffee, told me the love story when he was young enough to be in the love drain.
I feel his bleeding heart, the fragile heart of a man, but he hides it carefully. He might in a suffering and he is trying so hard to set himself free from all these struggles in the drain.
If Vincent is a little girl, that would be easy for me. A bouquet of light pink roses and a starry starry night can cheer a girl up, but not for Vincent.
“Vincent” dedicated to Vincent, with bunch of blessings and wishes for him, he will breathe the fresh air with comfort someday. In fact, Vincent should know, fresh air is only for happy mankind.
Vincent tasted the beauty of happiness, and perhaps this is the important treasure that he has been chasing all the time. Happiness can be in many colors. He is holding the paint brush to color his own life.
He did not paint everything to show me his color. I am able to complete the rest for him, because of my grey color when see him painting. Vincent may not know, grey color is empathy and understanding.
I bet Vincent will meet more strangers and passengers pass through his life, and after the remarkable month of Julius Caesar, he would be able to paint with the happiest smiling ever.
“Vincent” marks my own story, a very meaningful story that would bring me betterment in life. The longer journey I travel the better taste of happiness I can experience. I know this, and Vincent as well. It is always worth to waste some times to taste the happiness deeply.
Believing in Vincent, he would be able to taste the beautifulness of life. We will meet again at a starry starry night and share the colors of our own life.
Again, listening to “Vincent” at this starry starry night, and write this up with the inspiration.
Thanks to “Vincent” and Vincent, for this nice inspiration ever.
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”Vincent”
By Don McLean
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 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,
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 and 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 artists’ loving hand,
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,
For they could not love you,
But still your love was true,
And when no hope was left inside,
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,
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,
And how you suffered for your sanity,
And how you tried to set them free,
They would not listen,
They’re not listening still,
Perhaps they never will…
