Melancholy appears to me as if it were a small cloud fallen from Heaven, but shaped in the fires of Hell; this betows upon it the ability to hurt and also to heal. While it's whispers bring memories back to life and create illusions of what could have been, it's touch is a gentle caress that soothes the soul and dries the tears.
Once, I heard that music is supposed to be a cure for melancholy, but, in my experience, it is not always a cure. Sometimes the visions appear stronger than they really are. It is as if I had the same kind of madness a lover feels, but, without a loved one, nothing but madness remains.
Dos breves parrafitos que nos pidío un maestro para salir del tema de la melancolía para pasar a la satira.
