A ti

A ti, que de vez en cuando apareces por aquí a saber qué es de mí.



Whenever I try to think about home, doubts come to my mind. What is, exactly, home? Is it where I was born? Maybe where I live, or where my family is. But what about my friends? I have friends spread all over the world, would that be home too?

My reasons for the banjo

I've been missing my dear ol' Django Kazooie. It's been almost half a year since I played the banjo for the last time, and I'm beginning to really miss his sound. It might not be the best (it definitely isn't, that I assure you), but I got fond of it. It has his history, you know? So I decided to make a post with some of the songs that include a banjo that I really love.