Sunday, July 20, 2014


From time to time I just listen to music. Not the usual kind of music but folklore from Maramures and other regions of the country or abroad. I just listen, most of the time I barely hear the words but I can hear the emotions it sends. Raw, naive, with no polish or technology added. Interpreted on flawed instruments. With harmonic imperfections. But true. It goes somewhere in my ancestral self and make me react on something that is part of my design pattern, something I cannot truly understand or expose. I react to from the jumping dances of Maramures to the oriental sonorities of Dobrogea forgetting my urban nature ad starting to contemplate the intricate simplicity of this music.


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