曖曖內含光

         1890年7月27日梵谷以自殺終結37歲人生，他炙熱的生命進入了永恆，留給世人無盡的謎〜

        望著展場內的作品，心中竟不自覺的泛起悲傷，彷彿走進了療養院，彷彿走進了百年前畫作

中，那種遺世獨居的空與靜，我忍不住遙想當年的景況，就住在療養院裡的梵谷，為了對抗疾病

用手握著畫筆，用著手邊有限的色彩顏料，在自己的世界中揮灑了起來〜

         看的忘了時間，一直到拔拔電話詢問，我們才走出了史博館，雨依舊不停歇，我和恩恩撐著

傘緩緩從南海路走到了羅斯福路，這是一個屬於我與恩恩的夜晚〜

         我們走了好長一段路，走到雨都停歇了〜

         收起雨傘，不經意的抬頭，竟然看到單獨一顆星掛在夜空，我一邊走，就這樣看著它一點一

點跟著我們緩慢的移動，想起百年前的梵谷看到的是不是也是烏雲散去夜空下的星星〜  

  Vincent (Starry Starry Night)（ Don McLean） by http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dipFMJckZOM

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 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.

Now I understand what you tried to say to me.

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.And 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 hall.Frameless heads on nameless walls.

With eyes that watch the world and can't forget.Like the strangers that you've met.

The ragged man 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.Then how you tried to set them free.

They would not listen, they're not listening still.

Perhaps, they never will...

梵谷之歌

繁星點點的夜裡，調色盤上只有藍與灰在夏日裡你出外探視用你那洞悉我靈魂幽暗處的雙眼
山丘上的陰影，描繪出樹與水仙花，捕捉微風與冬天的冷冽用那如雪地裡亞麻般的色彩

如今我才明白，你想說的是什麼，當你清醒的時候，你有多麼痛苦
你努力的想讓他們得到解脫，然而他們卻不理會，也不知該怎麼做，也許，今後他們會明瞭

繁星點點的夜裡，火紅的花朵燦爛的燃燒著，漩渦似的雲飄在紫羅蘭色的霧裡

映照在文生湛藍的眼瞳中，色彩變化萬千，清晨田園裡琥珀色的農作物

佈滿風霜的臉羅列著痛苦，在藝術家憐愛的手裡得到撫慰

如今我才明白，你想說的是什麼，當你清醒的時候，你有多麼痛苦

你努力的想讓他們得到解脫，但他們卻不理會，也不知該如何是好，也許，現在他們知道了
因為當初他們無法愛你，然而你的愛依然那樣真實，

在燦爛的星空深處，不存絲毫希望的時候
你像許多戀人一樣，結束了自己的生命
但願我能告訴你，文生，這個世界根本配不上一個美好如你的人

繁星點點的夜裡，一幅幅的肖像懸掛在空盪盪的大廳裡，沒有鑲框的臉倚靠在寂然的牆上
配上一雙看遍世事且永不遺忘的雙眼，就像你曾遇見的陌生人
那些衣衫襤褸的人們，也像有銀色刺的血紅玫瑰，在初雪上受到摧折並壓毀

我想我明白了，你想要說的是什麼，當你清醒過來的時候，你是多麼的難過
你努力的想讓他們得到解脫，但是他們卻不理會，而現在依然如此
或許，他們永遠不會明瞭〜

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