i’m just a tiny spec of soul,
forgotten in this rotten world,
i smell of lie and lies and i am whole,
with all my golden treasures and my heart purled,
i give you life and i give you trust,
and if you must,
i’ll give you me,


casele mele inca nu s-au construit,
n-am caramizi, si nici mortar,
cimentul mi s-a intarit doar pe picioare,
si-as vrea sa fug departe,
dar ma doare
ca poate vantul si cuvantul
imi vor stramba din nou
atat de rece si pustiu.
eu ratacesc si inca nu stiu,
n-am casa, loc de atarnat de oase,
n-am liniste, dar poate
le voi gasi candva pe toate.
cu tine, fara tine, nici ca-mi pasa.
eu doar vreau sa fiu din nou acasa.


you sending me pictures
while you cuddle her
and stay on her floor,
and in the morning
you knock on my door
with a coffee in hand.
why can’t i understand?
you sending me pictures
means nothing but that.
it’s in the smiles and the features,
in the phone that you tap
with fervor and ardor.
you sending me pictures
is wrong
while you cuddle her.
sleep on her floor
and knock on her door,
stop borrowing time
from this soul of mine.

Breathe Me In

Sunt multe lucruri pe care le simt, le vreau, le doresc cu intarziere, dar ma bucur de un singur lucru mic si amarat – macar am ajuns in punctul in care sa simt, sa vreau, sa doresc…
A trecut atata timp, aglomerat cu frustrari si neputinta, a trecut atata amar de vreme amara, m-am ofilit si vestejit si n-a fost nimeni sa ma scoata la liman, dar uite ca uneori trebuie doar sa te scoti singur.
Acum, e-adevarat, locul din dreapta mea e gol, dar nu imi plang de mila – ma mir inca de faptul ca pe locul din stanga lui sunt eu, caci anul trecut pe vremea asta asteptam sfarsitul. Singura mea greseala era ca-l asteptam pe-al meu.
Acum trebuie sa ma invat sa-mi pese iar, sa nu mai fiu robotul asta trist din mine si, poate, cu timpul, se vor ivi si alte motive de respirat. I’ll breathe me in for now, and you can do that too.
Everyone welcome to my funeral
Everyone I know better be wasted
You know I would pour one up
Cause the way I lived, it was amazing
All of my friends are in the room
Party for me – I’d party too


stii unde ma tot duc pasii rataciti?
departe de alei, departe de nenorociti,
ma poarta singuri, fara inteles,
ma poarta singura si, mai ales,
ma poarta tot degeaba, tot aiurea…
spune-mi, tu ai vazut padurea?
si stii unde te caut eu cu drag si spor,
aproape de tarana, de tulpina si topor,
ma uita triste, fara inteles,
ma uita trista si, mai ales,
ma uita tot degeaba, fara rost…
spune-mi, tu esti atat de prost?

stii, parca nici nu conteaza,
intre suflari de aer si amiaza,
ma duce singur gandul, fara inteles,
ma duce trista si, mai ales,
ma duce tot degeaba, n-are sens…
spune-mi, sa mai astept sau e nonsens?


uneori adun vise in solnite sparte,
dar ca sa vezi, ele nu stau,
se duc departe,
si eu raman inchisa intr-o casa goala.
daca tu pleci,
pe mine cine ma mai scoala?
caci somnul meu e dus adanc, departe,
caci pleoapele mi le-am lipit azi noapte,
caci cantecul ce imi canta de dimineata
e azi alarma care ma trezeste de la viata.
ah, am zis eu „viata”?
voiam sa zic de moarte,
dar azi nici asta nu ne mai desparte…


Review: An Evening With Jason Mraz and His Guitar

A few years back I have discovered one of the greatest musical gifts I have ever received, because most of the artists I hold dear are the ones I discovered through an extensive period of trials and errors, and I must admit that Jason Mraz is one of them. I remember an internet cafe in my hometown, circa 2005, browsing Yahoo Music (remember that?) and stumbling upon Mraz’s Wordplay. I was so amazed by his flow, his witty lyrics and genuine feel good vibe, I became an instant fan.

After a few years, I moved to Bucharest and I had so many lows, with only his guitar and lyrics, as well as some Angels and Airwaves and Snow Patrol and Marilyn Manson to keep me warm.


Last night I had one of the best nights of my life, no doubt about it. Jason Mraz finally graced us with his presence, an event titled „An evening with Jason Mraz and his guitar”, and (I might add) his keyboard and harmonica. Two beautiful hours of love, music and incredibile words, this is the only way I can describe Mraz’s live presence.

Jason Mraz’s good natured spirit transcends the language barrier, his voice carried us last night to the moon and back, it gave us dreams and reasons to live, it gave us love and sadness and grief and hope, and I will forever be greatful for this opportunity to see one of my favorite artists bear his soul in front of me.

Just a small snippet (from a different concert, I can’t be bothered to record live acts and miss the good stuff):

I was happy hearing Plane and A Beautiful Mess and Butterfly and Please (Don’t Tell Her) and Mr. Curiosity and Tonight not Again, and many more! I’m sorry he missed Wordplay and Geek in the Pink, but I’ll take what I can get:

And through timeless words in priceless pictures
We’ll fly like birds not of this earth
And tides they turn and hearts disfigure
But that’s no concern when we’re wounded together
And we tore our dresses and stained our shirts
But it’s nice today, oh the wait was so worth it

PS: I will not post a setlist for this concert, just because for this kind of event Jason Mraz does not follow a pre-established list of songs. He just goes where the vibe takes him. And also because this is more heartfelt than anything I saw in a long, long, looooong time…