If you think you know a certain place, go visit it at dawn and it’ll seem brand new. That’s what exactly happened last time I visited Barletta, or motherland as I playfully like to call it. Sure, the absence of […]
I still got my very first classic guitar book, the Julio Sagreras with the orange cubist-ish cover and all the notes from my teacher. I bought it when I was seven years and I remember I felt very proud to […]
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