Take a piano, it starts with the keys and ends. You know that a piano has only 88 keys, and any piano is fine. They are not infinite. You are the limitless, and the music you make on the keys is limitless. I like this, I'm used to it.
You pushed me up the gangway and threw me a piano with a million keys, a million keys with no end, that's the truth, max, they have no end. That keyboard is infinitely extensible. However if the keys are infinite, then there is no music you can play on that piano, you are sitting in the wrong place, that is God's piano.
Omg! You... have you seen those streets? Just the streets, there are thousands! What are you going to do when you go down? How do you choose one of them to go? How to choose "your own" a woman, a house, a piece of land, or choose a landscape to admire, choose a way to die.
That world is so heavy, it weighs on me. You don't even know where it ends, don't you ever get terrified of breaking down because you're living in endless choices?
I was born on this ship, and the whole world walks by my side, but only two thousand people are carried on a walk. There is desire here too, but not so vain beyond the bow and stern. You express your joy with the piano, but the notes are not infinite. I'm used to living like this.
land? Land is too big a ship for me, a woman too beautiful, a journey too long, a bottle of perfume too pungent, a kind of music that I can't make. I will never be able to give up this ship, but fortunately, I can give up my life. No one remembers me being there anyway, and you're the exception, max, you're the only one who knows I'm here. You are the only one, and you better get used to it. Forgive me, friend, I won't get off the boat.
Musicians like to be alone because they themselves are infinite and fearful
if put them in a place they can't see
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