Azi noapte

Este unul dintre cele mai frumoase si romantice locuri din Bucuresti.
Nu mai traisem asta de mult.Mi-am dorit zapada  curata si mi-a daruit-o !Ne-am amintit de Central Park si de New York iarna. Paradoxal, peisajul hibernal ne-a adus in memorie verile, floarea soarelui si noptile lui Van Gogh.Le-am vazut cu ochii mintii si le-am si ascultat… http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dipFMJckZOMStarry 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. 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. Starry starry night flaming flo''rs 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. perhaps they''ll listen now. For they could not love you but 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 empxy 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 list''ning still perhaps they never will.