Starry Night Over the Rhone

And in this moment I swear, we are infinite..

Do you ever look upon the stars and dream? I know you do. Did you ever feel the perfect peace on a starry night? Because that’s how I feel when I look at this painting. I feel perfect. I feel calm and fulfilled. I feel infinite. Maybe I’m a dreamer and that’s why I feel like this. Maybe it’s only the simple fact that I love the calm nights with their neon lights and stars. I’m starting to feel more and more lost in this painting, lost in the river, among the stars, guided by the city lights.

A similar view of the one in the painting, 2008.

Light will guide you home.

While I’m still trying to recover, let me write down a few words about the painting itself. It is called Starry Night Over the Rhone and was painted in September 1888 by Vincent van Gogh. It depicts the city of Arles in the south of France where van Gogh moved hoping for refuge at a time when he was ill. The painting shows the bank of river Rhone on a starry night, with the lights of gas lamps and stars reflecting into water.

There is a perfect feeling into this picture and I don’t know where it comes from. Maybe the stars and the sky. Maybe the river. Maybe the reflection of gas lightning… I really don’t know… and I won’t try to pretend that I know. All I know is what I feel and right now and I feel incredible. I feel lost and found in the same time, I feel charmed and fulfilled, I really do feel infinite…

Look again. What do you feel?

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The rain falls in the lights of the street

I got down in the street today. The lights just went on…how beautiful the dusk is, probably the most beautiful time of the day. No. Not probably. For sure.

The clouds lay heavily above. I could smell the rain. I was waiting for the rain to burst out of the sky, counting the minutes, keeping in touch with all my senses. Minutes? Maybe hours have passed. Time was a just a relativity…

A waterdrop, two, three, hundreds…it all began in a flash of a second and it will all end in a moment.

The street quickly cleared out. I was alone, me and the rain. A fellow was passing now and then, rushing towards a certain point, towards his goal. What a waste of time! Why didn’t we enjow the small and segnificant moments like this beautiful rain?

Stood there…don’t know how long. I was charmed by the soft symphony of the rain. Got back at home.

Here I am now, writing a line. The rain is still falling, I am still living. For how long? Only time will tell. As long as the rain goes on, I will be here writing for you. The rain is fading away…

Here, your humble and futile fellow, ’til the next time, Sorry.

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