Casinha B

Whenever I hear this song, I remember family Sundays at my grandfather's place. Good food, good and clear people, live viola music! These are moments that are rooted in me! #viola #music

My aunt told me that she painted her house white because of this song, now every time I listen I remember her and it makes me want to do the same, it ended up becoming something more... #house #white

It reminds me of my adolescence, where I used to live in a place like the letter Casa Branca with and when I opened the window I faced the sunrise.