Music is my language in this world. It has always been.
I've been driven to her by my instinct when I was a little child. I walked into her arms with the joyful levity of a 4 years old boy free from psychological superstructures, moving naturally toward his higher self.
She is a mirror of my soul. My partner for life.
There's a specific moment I can recall in my mind as the starting point of my love story with her.
I was sitting by the table in my parents' kitchen. My mother was cooking dinner.
My little hands moved fast on the wooden table... I was playing an imaginary piano.
In my fantasy it was not just about miming, I could actually imagine melodies being played.
Being a pianist. Playing music. My favourite game.
The radio also attracted me strongly. I could sit and listen at it for hours. I called it "the magic box".
I was always looking for new emotions. I usually got bored very easily, even with my toys. That is why I used to invent new ones.
If I look back at this now I can give a name to it all.
The need to create new worlds, a mind that never stops. A strong desire to discover. I guess you are born with that.