Sometimes One Is Without The Pleasure Of

The Piano Is A Monster That Screams When You Touch Its Teeth.

Lean Your Body Forward Slightly To Support The Guitar Against Your Chest, For The Poetry Of The Music Should Resound In Your Heart.

When I Started To Play With My Fingernails, It Was Not Just For Volume. The Most Important Thing Was Giving The Guitar Different Colors In Its Voices.

It Is Always About Discovering What, Hidden, Does Not Lie On The Paper.

You Know What I Think? If I Am Tired Now, I Don't Mind, Because I Have Eternity To Rest.