Vincent van Gogh
Meza Recchia

THE REVIEW

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kxu2A7-uBus

Before calling Van Gogh crazy, know that

he is the terrace, you are the ground floor

before saying he was out of his mind, draw me a picture with

paper sheets and crayon,

Van Gogh, not that other guy,

but someone your age

books by Emìle Zola,

Shakespeare in his ropes,

Dickens in his ropes,

You, read manuals of DVD Recorders.

He, three hundred letters, fine literature

You, one hundred and sixty characters, two emojis, the end

He, London, Paris, Antwerp, you,

MegaStore, Hyper, Multiplex,

He, distant but knows everything about his brother Theo,

You, live together and know nothing about your brother,

He walks through the fields, it stimulates him,

You, confined with cramps on the treadmill

Well, at first glance my dear boy,

you should agree that

You are crazy!

Not Van Gogh! You, you are crazy!

Not Van Gogh! You are crazy, Not Van Gogh,

You are crazy, Not Van Gogh,

Van Gogh.

At sixteen he roamed art collections,

you, sixteen years old Yu-gi-oh, collect cards,

At twenty in the Louvre's salon

and you in the SUV Dealership, left in your underwear,

He oils on canvas, and created paintings,

You oil on muscles, and bodybuilding contests.

He village girls, models, prostitutes,

You spend nights in bed with the computer.

He has talent you know,

You haven't had it for a while.

He bets on himself,

You Online Poker.

He thrilled to have met Gauguin,

You thrilled to have snorted cocaine.

He absinthe and poetry,

You without poetry.

He has faith,

You feel like the messiah.

Van Gogh, a blade, and cuts his ear,

I hear you speak, I'm about to do the same.

I have the razor between my fingers but I won't kill you,

I'll have mercy on you because

You are crazy!

Not Van Gogh! You, you are crazy!

Not Van Gogh! You are crazy, Not Van Gogh.

You break everything when they score a goal,

queue up for the smartphone,

You are crazy, Not Van Gogh,

You are crazy, Not Van Gogh,

Ok, Van Gogh ate paint tubes and other absurd things,

Probably less toxic than your cheeseburger,

Hallucinations that alter vision,

You do mushrooms in Amsterdam but that doesn't make you an artist,

You obsessed with cellphones,

He with sunflowers.

Hanging out with you is a bit like strolling alone,

A twist of fate changes the wind like in Old Maid,

There's some news, boy!

You are no longer sane,

You are crazy!

Not Van Gogh! You, you are crazy!

Not Van Gogh! You, you are crazy!

Not Van Gogh! You are crazy, Not Van Gogh,

You are crazy, Not Van Gogh,