Today I want to open my heart and tell you something very special: my life has always been linked to music. Not only as a taste or a leisure activity, but as a way of living, feeling and being.
From a very young age, music was part of my world thanks to the influence of my father's family. There was always a guitar nearby, some melody floating in the air, or a song that was sung from the soul. Those memories are etched in me like vivid postcards that continue to resonate to this day.
Over time, that connection grew stronger. I began to learn on my own, to play the guitar, to experiment with the bass, to discover that each instrument had something different to tell me. I realized that it wasn't just about technique or discipline, but about opening an inner door where emotions could come out without fear.
Music became my refuge. In those moments of sadness, uncertainty or loneliness, I always found comfort in a song, in a chord, in a little strumming. It has also been part of my happy days, accompanying my laughter, my achievements and my encounters with those I love. It is a language that needs no translation, because it is felt directly in the soul.
Today, the images I share with you, more than images, are testimonies of a life guided by passion, by that spark that accompanies me even when I don't have an instrument in my hands. Because the truth is that I am always listening to something, humming some melody or simply letting the music embrace my heart.
Thank you for allowing me to share this intimate and real part of my life. If you also feel that music is more than just sounds, I invite you to say so in the comments. Because those of us who live to the rhythm of melodies know that the soul also sings.