Improvisation and piano..
Sometimes everything we have standing in our way, is our memories..they start to fade, like pages of a book, until the printing is gone and the pages are blank..we start to print them again, sometimes in colour, but many pages just in black and white..
It’s time now, I think..no more memories of the pianist I used to be.. the pianist others wanted me to be, until I nearly lost myself.
It’s my life. My emotions.
The way back to find ourselves again can be the longest in our lives..
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