I often wish I knew how to play the piano, and strangely, every time I’d write I would feel like I was doing it. They seemed oddly similar. The way in which typing each letter composed what I hoped was something beautiful, and conveyed the chaos of emotions that own my being.


Siempre había querido aprender a tocar el piano, y cada vez que escribía sentía que de alguna forma extraña lo estaba haciendo. La forma en que tocar teclas al azar con mis dedos componían lo que esperaba fuese algo hermoso y transmitieran el caos de emociones que eran dueños de mi ser.

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