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the path of my hands
The wood grains are paths for my hands, they lead me each time in a different direction but I always find in them the shape of my dreams. Wood has its own language, it is something similar to braille, only the right hands know how to translate it, and when that happens, I discover treasures ... magic acoustic boxes that captivate the whole world: guitars.
Paulina Sevilla Carranza, Mexico, Zapopan