classical music + coffee = perfect... but to know the title of that piece... was way beyond perfection...
a gift for Christmas, when i was 10 or 11.. i wasn't sure cause that was almost a decade ago, almost a decade ago since i last played a real piece... i always wonder why at such a young age i was given gifts that are not really suitable for me, a guitar from the south, specially delivered. a piano, for Christmas. which i both heard play on their own. it doesn't matter if you believe me. that thing i never intend to. i wasn't forced to play but i was encouraged... every Saturday when i was at that age i had my piano lessons with a good man, i honestly cannot remember his name, he was old and balding, i was taught to read notes first, then practice putting my fingers on the right place, then with the basic notes then with the easy songs and then... to that piece. all while i am looking only to the paper in front of me, and my hands are covered with a piece of board so i cannot see the keys. i know in myself that is not me. in front of a piano, playing music. because even ...