Cuaderno del mirar caleidoscópico, lacl. / My Funny Valentine, Chet Baker con su grupo,y orquesta. / Don McLean - Vincent / Vincent Van Gogh: Galería mínima

Poda reciente, de esta madrugada...
lacl

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Nuestra razón es un anónimo adagio bogando en el concierto del cosmos.

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Escribo bajo protesta.

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Imposible es vivir la vida negándole su intrínseca nostalgia, pues la nostalgia es connatural a todo respirar.

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Quien vive negando o acallando la nostalgia respira a medias.

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lacl, Cuaderno del mirar caleidoscópico. 16 / 02 / 2020


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Poesía, verbo, ser... Sinceramente no sabría decir quién ha sido primero. Creo que forman parte de una misma entidad...

lacl, adagio, 16 / 02 / 2019 (enmienda: 16 / 02 / 2020)

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Chet Baker 

My Funny Valentine

Una de las versiones príncipe de My Funny Valentine interpretadas por Chet Baker y su grupo, pero acompañados de una orquesta. Viene de una de sus últimas grabaciones, un CD doble... Primero la tuvimos en cassette, hasta que dimos con el CD. Nos acompaña desde que un amigo la puso en nuestras manos.

Don McLean - Vincent 

Vincent es una de las baladas más hermosas y poéticas que se hayan compuesto en memoria del desprendido ser y hacer de un artista. La compartimos hace muchos años en el blog, volvemos a hacerlo ahora…

Vincent

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 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 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
And 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
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 stranger that you've met
The ragged men in ragged clothes
The silver thorn of bloddy rose
lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow
And 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: Galería mínima