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별이 빛나는 밤에 Starry Night 빈센트 반 고흐

지도에서 도시나 마을을 가리키는 검은 점을 보면 꿈을 꾸게 되는 것처럼...

별이 반짝이는 밤하늘은 늘 나를 꿈꾸게 한다.

그럴 때 묻곤하지...

프랑스 지도 위에 표시된 검은 점에게 가듯 왜 창공 위에서

반짝이는 저 별에게 갈 수 없는 것일까?

타라스콩이나 루앙에 가려면 기차를 타야하는 것처럼,

별까지 가지 위해서는 죽음을 맞이해야 한다.

죽으면 기차를 탈 수 없듯, 살아있는 동안에는 별에 갈 수 없다.

증기선이나 합승마차, 철도 등이 지상의 운송수단이라면

콜레라, 결석, 결핵, 암등은 천상의 운송수단인지도 모른다.

늙어서 평화롭게 죽는다는 건 별까지 걸어간다는 것이지......

테오에게 보낸 편지中..

Starry Night

June, 1889 / Oil on canvas
73 x 92 cm / F 612, JH 1731
(New York: The Museum of Modern Art)

빈센트 반 고흐

천재화가 빈센트 반 고흐를 노래한 곡입니다.
돈 맥클린의 부드러운 창법에 어울려서 너무나 사랑을 받고 있는 노래입니다.
화랑에서 고흐의 '별이 빛나는 밤'이라는 작품에서 영감을 받은 돈 맥클린이 부른 노래랍니다

Starry, starry night Don Mclean

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
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 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.

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've 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, a 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.