"It will pass, you know it will pass. Maybe not tomorrow, but in a week, a month or two, who knows? Summer is here, there will be sun almost every day, and there will always remain that thing called 'vital impulse'. For this impulse, sometimes cruel, because it does not allow any pain to persist for long, will push you, perhaps, towards the sun, towards the sea, towards some new road, and suddenly, in the middle of a sentence or a movement, you will find yourself thinking something like 'I'm happy again'." Caio Fernando Abreu