The Romanticism is not that we've been told.
That's absolutely not the mushy and degusting soup for starry-eyed girls.
That's the total opposite of that!
It is a dark torture for the soul.
A lot more violent and darker you could ever imagine.
Melancholia's black sun...
Even if it also calmer, contemplative, deep feeling of reconciliation with nature, a throughful way, it is also a loving rage and a languishing spleen.
Its quintessence for me is French, German and English romanticism, forever in my soul...