If I have to think in a thing that I really love at the moment I have to say unavoilable: tha's my accordion. Since I have memory I've loved accordions, any kind of them. Their sound, their magic, their color. The accordions remember me the magic of other times when people was more dreamer, romantic and nice than our times, but also bring to me a solitary air, accompained by a melancholy thoughts, I don't I supose that the sound of accordions is a sort of torture to make my heart happy. Also when I think in an accordion at the same time I think in clowns singing their happy o sad songs, with dance, music and acrobats, I remember gitan music and their happyness at the moment to celebrate and live thier lives. Ther accordion is the best instrument in my opinion because with it someone is available to play any kind of music like cumbia, rancheras, vals, tonadas, tangos, gitan music, cueca, etc. For that reason I asked Santa Claus for an accordion. I tried to convince him that I'll help my gentle and lovely parents buy it. Finally, I persuaded them to lend me any money and today I still paying for it, but I enjoy playing it and listening its wonderfull sound.
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