O VAN GOGH BRANCO

(THE WHITE VAN GOGH - READ IN ENGLISH)

Era uma vez um campo de girassóis tão grande e vasto como uma plantação de trigo profissional dessas de fazendeiro rico perto da colheita. Esse lindo jardim era também o lugar favorito de um rapaz que sonhava em ser um grande artista.. Ali era pra onde Vincent ia quando se sentia perdido e triste: as flores lhe davam alegria de viver.

Certa noite, enquanto Vincent fazia sua terapia floral, uma luz muito forte surgiu no céu. Van Gogh a princípio pensou ser apenas mas um dos seus delírios mas a luz crescia e se aproximava na mesma proporção que o ritmo do seu coração e pavor cresciam. - Estou mesmo louco. - pensou ele.

Mas não estava. Era mesmo um disco voador e estava bem nítido. E se posicionava bem acima dele, cada vez mais perto, até que parou ali como uma coroa, sua nuvem negra particular.

De repente Vince se sentiu leve e flutuando magicamente numa luz sem nenhum vento que o sustentasse. Parecia que estava em um túnel de luz que ia ficando a cada momento mais forte até que se acendeu com tanta força que Vincent não viu mais nada, nem forma nem cor. Apenas o branco.

Até ele mesmo e todas as suas lindas cores havia se tornado branco.

Por: #misteriousmona #paz #designdigital #designgrafico #visualart #creative #god #anunnaki#elohin #neflins #wtf

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ENGLISH VERSION

THE WHITE VAN GOGH

Once upon a time there was a big and impressive field of sunflowers, as large as a rich farmer wheat plantation near harvest.

This beautiful garden was also the favorite place of a young man who has a dream of being a great artist. That's the place where Vincent used to go when he felt lost and sad: the flowers had the magic power of gave him back the joy of living.

One night, while Vincent was doing his floral therapy, a very strong light appeared in the sky.

At first, Van Gogh thought it was one of his delusions, but the light grew and approached him in the same proportion as his heartbeat was accelerating. - I'm really crazy now! It's the end for me! - he thought.

But he was not. It was real, and it was getting very clear to him that he´s not getting crazy, as the light got closer and closer. When it was right above him it stopped, and stand there like a crown, as his particular shining cloud.

Suddenly, Vince felt magically floating in that light wich seemed like a shining tunnel and it was getting brighter and brighter until it was so strong and powerful, that Vincent could not saw nothing else, neither shape nor color. Only white.

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