Do You Think I Give

All My Life I Have Regarded Myself As One Of Mozart's Greatest Admirers, And I Will Remain One Until My Last Breath.

The Guitar Is An Orchestra In Itself.

Even In Poverty I Lived Like A King For I Tell You That Nobility Is The Thing That Makes A King

In Praise Of Thy Goodness I Must Confess That Thou Didst Try With All Thy Means To Draw Me To Thee. Sometimes It Pleased Thee To Let Me Feel The Heavy Hand Of Thy Displeasure And To Humiliate My Proud Heart By Manifold Castigations. Sickness And Misfortune Didst Thou Send Upon Me To Turn My Thoughts To My Errantries.-one Thing, Only, O Father, Do I Ask: Cease Not To Labor For My Betterment. In Whatsoever Manner It Be, Let Me Turn To Thee And Become Fruitful In Good Works.

Mistakes - Mistakes - You Yourself Are A Unique Mistake!