Hola querida amiga, sabes que no puedo mirar los videos, me llevaría mucho tiempo por mi internet lento. Gracias por tu brillante mensaje sombre Van Gogh. Un beso grande.
Que lindo video has realizado querida María José, te felicito amiga. "Desde su silencio" me ha gustado mucho. ¿Cómo lo haces? me gustaría aprender hacerlo yo. Un fuerte abrazo. Que pases un lindo fin de semana. Lola Barea.
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 Chorus: now i understand what you tried to say to me how you suffered for your sanity how you tried to set them free they did 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 Chorus: 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 how you suffered for your sanity how you tried to set them free they did not listen they're not listening still perhaps they never will N.
Hola Mª José, gracias por asomarte a mi blog de premios y regalos, tienes que copiar la dirección y pegarla en un buscador para ir a su blog ambaringles.blogspot.com Bueno, de tu vídeo una verdadera preciosidad, me han gustado tus imágenes, pero si puede ser, deja el poema escrito, porque yo pierdo el hilo al leerlo, es mi lucha, no lo retengo. Gracias Mil besos de ternura, eres un encanto. Sor.Cecilia
Hola María José, buenas tardes,
ResponderEliminar"desde su silencio"
letra y música... un abrazo en el alma
imágenes... una bella caricia visual.
bonita composición.
Te deseo un gran fin de semana
un cálido abrazo
Hola querida amiga, sabes que no puedo mirar los videos, me llevaría mucho tiempo por mi internet lento.
ResponderEliminarGracias por tu brillante mensaje sombre Van Gogh.
Un beso grande.
Que lindo video has realizado querida María José, te felicito amiga. "Desde su silencio" me ha gustado mucho. ¿Cómo lo haces? me gustaría aprender hacerlo yo. Un fuerte abrazo. Que pases un lindo fin de semana.
ResponderEliminarLola Barea.
ResponderEliminarAgradezco tu visita y comentario.
Me gustan los poema cortos. Éste, está muy bien presentado.
· saludos
· CR · & · LMA ·
Encantado de pasar por aquí y leerte.Te he descubierto porque soy autor de Celesta.
ResponderEliminarTe invito a mi blog: ondasaladas.blogspot.com.es
Don McLean - Vincent (starry, Starry Night)
ResponderEliminarStarry, 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
Chorus:
now i understand
what you tried to say to me
how you suffered for your sanity
how you tried to set them free
they did 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
Chorus:
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
how you suffered for your sanity
how you tried to set them free
they did not listen they're not listening still
perhaps they never will
N.
Hola Mª José, gracias por asomarte a mi blog de premios y regalos, tienes que copiar la dirección y pegarla en un buscador para ir a su blog
ResponderEliminarambaringles.blogspot.com
Bueno, de tu vídeo una verdadera preciosidad, me han gustado tus imágenes, pero si puede ser, deja el poema escrito, porque yo pierdo el hilo al leerlo, es mi lucha, no lo retengo.
Gracias
Mil besos de ternura, eres un encanto.
Sor.Cecilia
En pocos versos se pueden decir tantas cosas.
ResponderEliminarBella composición, María José.
Un abrazo