Once upon a time, there was a brown eyed girl with messy dark hair who played her cream colored guitar. From time to time she played Bach concerts or violin and cello duos with her little sister. A cousin of them, played flamenco with his old guitar locked up in his room, and when their parents met for coffee at home, they tried some experiments together. One day, she met a brown haired boy with a stripped shirt, and since there was nothing else to do, they sang a song.
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Once upon a time, there was a brown eyed girl with messy dark hair who played her cream colored guitar. From time to time she played Bach concerts or violin and cello duos with her little sister. A cousin of them, played flamenco with his old guitar locked up in his room, and when their parents met for coffee at home, they tried some experiments together. One day, she met a brown haired boy with a stripped shirt, and since there was nothing else to do, they sang a song. In September 2007, they set themselves a goal: to start a little tale, hand written in old newspapers. But there was something missing, the white glue to make papier mache. But one day, in November, a friend of them sited in his flamenco box... Hand made, home made, between friends and acoustic dreams. Papel Maché.
