One rainy afternoon...Keep our together into a fatality to be subjected to biological rhytms that do not depend on us. It`s like invisible threads that bind us to transform our world into being condemned to a permanent cyclical movement in circle. Only so we can explain why we regularly moods whose cause is not ours. Melancholy. It would be a mistake to believe that the painful voluptuousness of this state we be liable in any way. As you can not choose who you sick disease nor bitter nostalgia these days are not called to give an account. Suddenly finding yourself dreaming by past events, and although you know that their flavor is irreversible suffer further earnestly hoped that by their recollection itself, to be able to taste again. Melancolic is primarily an inside man,but a man with exacerbated sense of the surrounding nature. In addition, melancholy require removal from reality, contemplating the world with an eye that senses how ephemeral everything are all. Ugly weather is out!