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 vi decaindo em minhas crises de tristeza e autopiedade, corria para as 88 teclas de meu piano, sabendo, em meu coração, que os tons e os ritmos de cada uma daquelas teclas logo me libertariam.