It was a cloudy morning. It had been raining on the day before, and the forest was all humid and wet, slippery to the touch and the feet. As I gazed through the woods, I did not felt safe, and yet something

I always felt something of a "moby dick" vibe, a kind of quixotesque thing going (but without the comedy of Cervantes) in these photos. They kept saying something tragic to me, a weird feeling,

That's me on the guitar! I've been filming some new material, hopefully a bunch of videos will come out soon. In the meanwhile, I'll be posting a kind of "making of" here on Steemit... the following

I was reading about how Django Reinhardt developed his guitar technique, and it made me think about my own development playing classical guitar in my country. As you probably can tell from the photos below

Throwback of my show at the prestigious Beco das Garrafas, the birthplace of Bossa Nova, here in Copacabana.

In the midst of the Forest, between lovely daises in spring, with my favourite book.

That's me and my brave acoustic guitar at Copacabana beach, Rio de Janeiro, Brazil. (oh, the guitar still plays very well, mind you!).

Dear friends, check out this free form improvisation: an unique blending of brazilian jazz sensibilities and the mysterious persian scales and motifs. The musicians are myself and Masud Taheri, a very