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There must be some anguish in me that I don't know well,
as I'm often told that I write a very nostalgic music.
I don't mind but I don't think it is my true nature,
or is it something about myself I ignore and other can recognize.
What's real is the anguish of the blank page.
It does exist, always will.
When I must start writing, I'll try to find a way
to do anything else before delving into it.
But I know that when I begin working, when I put the first note
on the paper I won't be able to stop.
I think about it without knowing it.
I wake up in the morning with an idea.
But when I begin working I'm stuck.
Then I'm tired, I don't feel like working anymore....
I've done enough!
I won't find anything else, I can't redo it.
It's also the anguish, feeling like
I won't be able to start again.
But before going to sleep, I look carefully
at what I've done, and without thinking about it...
I find the solution for the end.