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Starry Night

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.

Starry Night

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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Sky’s dark and grey, while the wind screams around the corner of the street, carrying fresh leaves and old dust. The sky looks so interesting in a mixture of heavy clouds, but somehow, the focus of action stays on the ground level.

While the rain might start any second now, the peace before the storm is long gone, maybe from the second the clouds started gathering on the sky, the second the wind started blowing… all I can certainly feel is the emptyness around, in both outside and inside my soul.

It feels so cold, so dark, so hollow, it makes me wanna scream and laugh, it makes me feel better and worse in the same time. The nature had once again come to play with my fragile person, torturing and fondling me, but I can’t ask for nothing more…

The rain may never start again from what I care… it will be fine just the way it is, in this endless prelude of fine taste.

It may never start again from what I care… it will be just perfect…

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