I discovered Van Gogh during adolescence: certainly not with the teaching of history of micragnoso 'art in high school, but in the instant electrocution browse art books in the library un'ormai disappearance of the old Udine 70.
Me and my friends were in town from our hill villages to 7.20 ( up early at 6.00, bus at 6:40!) and, pending the school opened, c'intrufolavamo Via Piave in the old library, where an old lady tolmezzina (what time she woke, she?) welcomed us with his gruff, taciturn courtesy shutters half open and let us wander among the shelves where they could to Scartabelli we like books of every kind, size, content and design. We were bad customers, of course, given our young age and the chronic shortage of money, but the old owner did not seem to give too much weight to the thing and we go along, leaving us wandering in the back and also browse the shelves, and turned on the heating or dusted or filled out paperwork preparatory to his day's work.
geological ages have passed since then, but looking back it is amazing recognize that some, perhaps overlooked, is essential imprinting.
So, today, in my beloved old house Zovello, where I love to retire to read, write, play, think, stands in front of the fireplace in a good reproduction prints on canvas Starry Night Van Gogh (the original can not afford it, unfortunately!).
Often, while I'm reading or writing or playing, I was fascinated with his mouth open, as every child, to contemplate the picture in her poignant, real and dreamlike beauty "is sweet to shipwreck" in those spirals, spirals of stars-moons-shadow dall'angosciante just watch the dark cypress flaming, while the country - GNO Hurt - seems to be sleeping in a crib frame fairy lights dotted with solitary bell-needle to pierce the sky and gently stubbornly.
All sunk in a dominant blue-blues, with a stubborn but losing, turning yellow.
I did not know, but then I discovered that This framework has inspired an equally intense and poignant song by Don McLean, Vincent .
Good Roberta Flack's later "translated" and "betrayed" (and partly modified melodically) this song with his usual sensitivity, but also with the 'allure pretty pimp that often characterizes it, transforming it into an imaginary letter of exciting old friend Gauguin Van Gogh
Personally I still prefer the version of Don McLean.
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