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'These moments when I sit alone in front of this instrument and suddendly everything else ceases to exist. The noise stops. It creates space for something. Something I can't seem to be able to put into words. Neither tangible. Neither spoken. Whatever it is, it is warm. Comfortable. Soothing. I long for these moments. I long for the day to come to an end and for the night to settle in. For when there is no indistinct and loud frequencies going on somewhere no more. For when I sit on this chair and allow my fingers to rest on these keys. For I start a gentle conversation. For they answer back to me. For, I am Human.' Live notes from my soul. João Caminata