Piano and I

"Piano & I". It is an Alicia Keys' song, from her first album "Songs in A minor".

I do not really like Alicia Keys or that song. What I like is the meaning: Piano and I. It is how I feel when I sit in front of my piano. It is, I play the piano.

I have an upright piano, and I love it. It is my first piano. Well, in fact, I first had a keyboard. But this is my first string piano. But my dream is to have a house with a big sitting room to put a big grand piano in the middle, with a maroon velvet sit, as brilliant as the piano.

I have been taking piano lessons for several years and I arrived at the point where you have to decide if you want to dedicate your life to play the piano, and spent a minumum of six hours per day perfecting your skill. I decided not to do this. I think I know enough to play the piano when I feel I need to play it. It is just a way to relax and enjoy the music. I like play the piano, but it is not my life. I think it is better: it is part of my life, and I can choose when or why to play it.

I have composed some songs. I let my feelings escape through my fingers and... a few sounds become a "song". Then, I put the notes on the stave. It is weird to see how, when you are sad, the new song is slow and low, and when you are happy, it is faster and more high-pitched.

Most of my songs are very bad, I admit it. But they are mine, and I like them, because they are my one's day mood or thoughts. And some of them are not so bad.

The truth is that I do not know how to compose. I would like it, but I do not know. It is like poetry. You have to be born with the talent. You can learn, but it will never be the same as people who have the talent.

And I do not have the talent to compose.

But I can play my piano.

Presentation

Harlequins are mysterious. They are smiling but, at the same time, they are crying.

Harlequins cannot speak, but they can see and hear, and it is enough to understand what happens around them, and to understand this complicated world.

The circus is where Harlequins feel better. But not simple or false circus, with two-head-women or bullet-men. No. Beautiful circus, incredible ones. With jugglers, magicians, trapeze artists, men who play with fire, women who make impossible human figures... and, of course, clowns.

In this kind of circus, full of colour and lights, Harlequins do their mysterious act. Not so funny as clowns, not so magical as magicians and not so risky as trapeze artists, but it is a lovely act which always makes people smile and feel affection towards them.

Harlequins are smart, well-dressed, serious. They are creative, dreamers, lonely.

And, at the end of their act, they are always trapped in an invisible box.

Maybe like me?

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