melancholy [Theme]

You wake up with a glowing, bleeding fragment of a dream in your hands.

Autumn and winter are wonderful. These gray landscapes of natural silence are beautiful. This is a symphony of fire and ice from leaves and snow magic. This is a sweet melancholy that you want to absorb with all your presence, be inspired and create.

He was in an excellent mood, and he felt quite velvety from the inside. And outside there was the hovering melancholy of the passing day, she settled on him, slightly sour, and gradually penetrated into him with a reddish light and aromas full of regrets. That day, the tropical ocean receding and leaving him alone under a pale sky, was another stage, albeit a very small one, in his life.

Reading Schopenhauer in a state of melancholy is like undressing when you are cold.

And he remembered, and repented, and swore.

We Italians are melancholic, although we look very different - and yet we are melancholic.

Hyumeira believed that there is something in common between obesity and a tendency to melancholy. In both cases, society blames the patient himself. No other disease is treated like that. People with other ailments receive at least a bit of sympathy and moral support. But not overweight and not those who are prone to depression. You can restrain your appetite ... You can control your thoughts ... But Hyumeira knew that neither weight nor habitual despair depended on her.

Je suis le Ténébreux, - le Veuf, - l Inconsolé,
Le Prince d'aquitaine à la Tour abolie:
Ma seule Etoile est morte, -
Et mon luth constellé
Porte le Soleil noir de la Mélancolie.




I am of darkness - widower - ridden,
The Prince of Aquitaine of the ruined tower,
My only star is death,
And my embellished stars lute
Bears the black sun of Melancholy.

... I had a feeling the "internal blockade": as if one day, always open the door suddenly closed shut.

I waste away: for colic, heart beating like a pendulum; all as if beckoning to you Ali floating on the sea, so dazzled the melancholy in his eyes.

Tuesday gave Monday. Love it was not enough, solid friendship. I quit Smoking, coffee in me already did not climb, to discuss the obvious tired, in General, to be friends today is not wanted.

He surveyed the fence, and his joy evaporated. His soul took possession of deep melancholy...

October old October melancholic, tender, loving and sad, and I know that sooner or later he will make up a perfect bouquet of love...

November comes to tell me about death,
I do not expect him to the other,
Taking into account that
He was born on the night of Samhain,
Celtic and dust devils
In his honor fill the glasses
Cold rain.
November to pry at every opportunity,
Digging in dark corners,
Drags into the light
Primal evil thoughts
On the legs of the spider,
Which would be to disown, but
There is no sentiment.
November substitute the will of procrastination,
It's fashionable now the word
Also he came up with.
The whole of November think
"We need to get together and..."
But even the verses turn out
. A. to...