tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132383983762450762.post9050076354923844982..comments2022-03-02T17:18:59.411-08:00Comments on MirArte: Noche estrellada de Van GoghSusana Canelohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12017500676806786026noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132383983762450762.post-27287015420423507052008-09-20T17:18:00.000-07:002008-09-20T17:18:00.000-07:00V1Noche estrellada, estrelladaPinta tu paleta de a...V1<BR/>Noche estrellada, estrellada<BR/>Pinta tu paleta de azul y gris <BR/>Mira hacia fuera en un día de verano<BR/>Con los ojos que conocen la oscuridad en mi alma.<BR/>Sombras en las colinas,<BR/>Bosqueja los árboles y los narcisos,<BR/>Atrapa la brisa y la frialdad del invierno<BR/>En colores sobre una tierra de lino nevada<BR/><BR/>Estribillo<BR/>Ahora entiendo lo que intentaste decirme<BR/>Y cómo sufriste por tu cordura<BR/>Y cómo trataste de liberarlos.<BR/>No escucharían.<BR/>No sabían.<BR/>Quizás ahora escucharán.<BR/><BR/>V2 <BR/>Noche estrellada, estrellada<BR/>Flores llameantes que arden brillantemente<BR/>Nubes que se arremolinan en un halo violeta<BR/>Refleja en los ojos de Vincent el azul de China.<BR/>Colorea una tonalidad cambiante.<BR/>Campos de luto del grano ambarino<BR/>Las caras atacadas por el clima alineadas en dolor<BR/>Se calman debajo de las manos cariñosas del artista.<BR/><BR/><BR/>V3<BR/>Para ellos no podrían amarte<BR/>Pero tu amor seguía siendo verdad.<BR/>Y cuando no se dejó ninguna esperanza adentro<BR/>En eso estrellada, noche estrellada<BR/>tardaste toda tu vida como hacen los amantes a menudo.<BR/>Pero habría podido decirte, Vincent,<BR/>Este mundo nunca tuvo significado para alguien tan hermoso como vos.<BR/><BR/>V4<BR/>Como los extranjeros que has encontrado,<BR/>Los hombres desiguales en ropa desigual.<BR/>La espina de plata, un sangriento se levantó<BR/>Mentira machacada y rota en la nieve virginal.<BR/>Ahora pienso que sé lo intentaste decirme<BR/>Y cómo sufriste por tu cordura.<BR/>Y cómo intentaste liberarlos.<BR/>No escucharían.<BR/>Todavía no están escuchando<BR/>Quizás nunca.Susana Canelohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12017500676806786026noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132383983762450762.post-85200075038455366912008-09-20T17:04:00.000-07:002008-09-20T17:04:00.000-07:00Vincent (Starry night) by Don McLeanStarry, starry...Vincent (Starry night) by Don McLean<BR/><BR/>Starry, starry night.<BR/>Paint your palette blue and grey,<BR/>Look out on a summer's day,<BR/>With eyes that know the darkness in my soul.<BR/>Shadows on the hills,<BR/>Sketch the trees and the daffodils,<BR/>Catch the breeze and the winter chills,<BR/>In colors on the snowy linen land. <BR/><BR/>Now I understand what you tried to say to me,<BR/>How you suffered for your sanity,<BR/>How you tried to set them free.<BR/>They would not listen, they did not know how.<BR/>Perhaps they'll listen now. <BR/><BR/>Starry, starry night.<BR/>Flaming flowers that brightly blaze,<BR/>Swirling clouds in violet haze,<BR/>Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue.<BR/>Colors changing hue, morning field of amber grain,<BR/>Weathered faces lined in pain,<BR/>Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. <BR/><BR/>Now I understand what you tried to say to me,<BR/>How you suffered for your sanity,<BR/>How you tried to set them free.<BR/>They would not listen, they did not know how.<BR/>Perhaps they'll listen now. <BR/><BR/>For they could not love you,<BR/>But still your love was true.<BR/>And when no hope was left in sight<BR/>On that starry, starry night,<BR/>You took your life, as lovers often do.<BR/>But I could have told you, Vincent,<BR/>This world was never meant for one<BR/>As beautiful as you. <BR/><BR/>Starry, starry night.<BR/>Portraits hung in empty halls,<BR/>Frameless head on nameless walls,<BR/>With eyes that watch the world and can't forget.<BR/>Like the strangers that you've met,<BR/>The ragged men in the ragged clothes,<BR/>The silver thorn of bloody rose,<BR/>Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow. <BR/><BR/>Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,<BR/>How you suffered for your sanity,<BR/>How you tried to set them free.<BR/>They would not listen, they're not listening still.<BR/>Perhaps they never will... <BR/><BR/>En el otro comentario, va la traducción.Susana Canelohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12017500676806786026noreply@blogger.com