I have to write about something that I do well but I don’t like to write about myself. Hmm... Let’s see, I’m pretty bad in every sport that requires a ball. I’m also bad at gymnastics, oh yeah. I can remember my school days and how I hated them. Well, I can run, that’s true. It isn’t that I could run a marathon tomorrow, but I can run for a couple minutes. What else can I do... Oh, you said something about cooking. I like to cook and I do it well. A slight problem is that I always cook rice, so, if you’re ever invited to dinner you already know what you’ll eat.
When I was a child I used to be a little bit strange and that’s why I always felt like a misfit. I tell you, it’s not easy being a misfit. But, because of this - a kind of marginalization- I discovered a small thing that brought me big hope: Music.
If you can imagine, a seven-year-old kid told his mother that he’d like to play an instrument. My mother, surprised, said: “Every kid hates that! Why do you want to do that?” -- “Well, I am not sure. I’m not every kid!”
I remember my first piano lesson like it was yesterday. I was good, and didn’t fail like most children, I kept playing and it became my passion and I do it pretty good. Now, I’m in the United States, trying to try that my passion becomes, in addition, my profession. Wow, and I said I don’t like to talk about me, my goodness!
