Imperfection! That is the word that can not go out of my mind right now. Maybe that word is here because of the post by @todayslight where he uploaded a beautiful original song Imperfections. For me, it sounded perfect. Calm. Positive. With hope and love and all that bring a bit more light into our lives. But today, I face a perfectly imperfect day. What could go wrong went wrong. The internet is playing hide and seek with us for the third consecutive day. The cash machine is also out of work, for the fourth day. I had to pay the rent, but the real estate lady was not in her office, for the second day. My piano practising is far away from being good so the piece I am learning is not wanting to go smoothly, for the third week. Or more. Works in the neighbourhood are still on, and very loud, for the second month. Or more. I am getting old, already for some decades. Or more. Where are the hope and calmness? I know, I will go back to the post I mentioned and listen again to the song. Now, everything can go just better.

So, yes, I recorded that piece Divenire, composed by Ludovico Einaudi. And it is a very imperfect rendition of it. You don't know how I struggled with the first part of it to get the left-hand jumps clear. The fast motifs are still not even, and the bass notes are sometimes insecure. The part where both hands go crazy, I have not so clear notes, my pinky was hitting a few times another note. Ow, there is one bass note I missed out, actually played it but it is not heard as the action was not determined and it was late, not in time. But I suppose all these things you will hear by yourselves too. I just shouldn't tell anything and pretend all is fine and perfect. If you never check out how the original sounds, then it is all perfect, yes.

{please, don't go now searching how it sounds when it is played by an orchestra and by Lodovico itself}

You did it, right? Well, well, ok, somehow you have to enjoy the piece :D

To add to these imperfections, and my rendition of Divenire, I have to confess you something. But it is a secret so don't say it to anyone. Ta-daaaaaa: I am getting old. And it is not just a joke that these days I am receiving, it is the reality. Cruel one, eh? I want to hide from it, but it is not possible. My perfect photo that shows imperfection is just one step from its revelation.

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I can hide as much as I want from the years, but the metronome of life doesn't want to slow down. It is doing its work perfectly well {how those years just can not be imperfect so they mess up and we get younger?}. No remedy. So far I have laughed so much (and the opposite too) that wrinkles around the eyes are here forever. Dark under-eye circles, the consequence of the migraines are visible even several days after those episodes. Silver strands streak through the hair is shining. What is that? Until recently, there were almost none. Almost. I think I have to go back to this point and listen again to that song I mentioned at the beginning of this post :))

Or, just listen to Divenire and accept the flaws. It can be part of the experience too. The end of the piece is a bit imperfect too, as it stops in an unexpected way, as many of Luvodico's pieces. This music could last for more time... ( @blackdaisyft said once why it stops just like that. I suppose the composer wanted to leave the feeling of not having a determined end for it). But I am just an interpreter, I can not know the real reason.

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