Today the Prater was beautiful-...there were so many people, none of whom mattered to me. I admired the greenery, a scent of spring; this innocence of nature reminded me of the feelings of my childhood. A storm seemed to be gathering, so I returned home. The storm never came, but sadness took hold of me, why? Not even music consoles me today. It is already late at night, and I have no desire to sleep; I do not know what I am missing, and I am already over twenty years old.
a deep sensitivity... that not infrequently approaches melancholy
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that Chopin after the meeting with George Sand which took place in 1838. The end of their relationship, intense and conflictual, leaves Chopin deeply depressed; the pain of abandonment and his frail health will do the rest...
