When I found myself slipping into my bouts of sadness and self-pity, I would rush to the 88 keys of my piano, knowing in my heart that the tones and rhythms from each one of those keys would soon set me free.
Quando me via mergulhada em tristeza e com a moral em baixo, corria para as 88 teclas do meu piano, sabendo que os sons e os ritmos de todas essas teclas me libertariam.