My guitar...

Since I was little music always occupied an important place in my life.

When I was eight years old my grandmother gave me my first guitar. That precious gift changed my life forever ...

It was an old broken guitar but for me (at that time) it was the most beautiful guitar in the world. I remember the day that my grandmother made me this great gift. My heart was beating really fast. It was a very special moment in my life.

Days passed and I was ready to play my guitar. I spend several days painting it and fixing it with such an excitement, that I did not go to play with my friends. All I wanted to do was to play the guitar. I even remember naming it "hope."

The years have passed and my love for music has not changed. The day I received my first guitar, I not only received a gift but also received a new way of seeing the world…a world that can only be seen through the eyes of music…