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\u201cMio Dio! Che fanciullo! Nessuno mi ha capito come lo fa questo bambino\u2026 non \u00e8 imitazione, \u00e8 lo stesso sentimento, un istinto che lo fa suonare senza ragionare, come se non potesse essere diverso. Lui suona quasi tutte le mie composizioni senza averle sentite suonare, senza avergli mostrato la minima cosa – non esattamente come me (avendo la sua personalit\u00e0) ma sicuramente non meno bene.\u201d Chopin su Filtsch (The Humorist, 1843)<\/p>\n
\u201cMy God! What a child! No one has understood me as this boy does\u2026 this is not imitation, it is the same feeling, an instinct that makes him play without reasoning, as if he could not be otherwise. He plays almost all of my compositions without having heard them performed, without my having shown him the slightest thing \u2014 not exactly like me (having his own personality), but just as well.\u201d\u00a0Chopin on Filtsch\u00a0(The Humorist, 1843)<\/p>\n<\/div>\n
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