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“In the same language / Everybody cries, / In the same language / One earth laughs. / But only in your language / You can caress the pain, / And the joy / So exchangeable for play. / In your language / You miss your mother, / And the wine is “more” wine, / And the lunch is “more” lunch. / And only in your language/ You can laugh alone, / And only in your language / You can stop crying. / And when you cannot / Nor cry or laugh, / And you cannot caress / With your land, / With your sky in your face, / You then shut / In your language. “(Grigore Vieru)

These lyrics were put to music by the master Tudor Gheorghe who serves the great poems. Grand Master enters the world of writers, reads their creations, and understands them, then hangs on stave a musical note right for each word. Tudor Gheorghe is the greatest looker of Romanian folk song, of tradition, of poetry and love of country. This warm voice drips joy in people’s hearts through his songs that can be found in every moment of ordinary human life.

He colored the seasons through a sonic universe where material life continues in a slow pace: “Symphonic Autumn” (2001), “Spring” (2002), “Winter” (2003), “Symphonic Summer” (2006); he demonstrated that in fact fiddler songs are fados: “Party with Orchestra” (2002), “Party with Orchestra II” (2004), “Party with Orchestra III” (2007); he made heart infatuation to vibrate: “In search Longing Lost “(2006), “The ordeal of a wander heart” (2007), he has rediscovered the musical jewels of the interwar period: “The Perfumes of crazy desires” (2007); he staged the suburb of another time when laughing was not on the top of the lips, when the tears were sincere and the parties were endless “Mon Amour Suburbia” (2009).

Novel way of treating folk element complements the music that describes a very special feeling, with Romanian poetry scent.

Tudor Gheorghe devoted his existence to Romanian culture and refinement. He started on the itinerary of the refunding Romanian folklore and music of the interwar period because he wanted to live in that expressions time of creative intelligence: “I wanted to be a contemporary of Eliade, Vulcănescu, Ţuţea. What a world of poetry … from Arghezi to Barbu, from Minulescu to Topîrceanu.”

The troubadour of the Romanian song manages to make a whole world to vibrate, to shed a tear on the cheek streaked by the difficulties of life through speaking words of nostalgia:

“Little path, little path, which you go to Bucharest / Road like you is nowhere, not even in the world of stories. / You sit in my toiling long way to miss / The “missing” only you let go, to the house with a porch / Long and beautiful path broken by outlaws, / Only the “missing” goes home, when will you take me?”(Lyrics by Ion Manu)

The master animates the concerts by reciting poetry in his characteristic style making the audience to live the words spoken with talent. Mandolin’s agreements presents the entrance on the stage of a patriotic song, “There is my country”, created by Romulus Vulpescu:

“Where’s tall oaks
And as I grow tall oaks
Young men with strong hearts,
Who look to death’s face;

There, where there are rocks and mountains,
And as the mountains do not budge
Those gray hairs heroes
The ancestral nostalgia they live;
……………………………………….
And where longing for estate
Always as a state it stayed
And male gallantry
Has crowned any man;

There is my country
And my Romanian family!
There I want to die,
There I want to live! “

When the master smiles under his bushy mustache and starts enthusiastic to play the “Foreigners song”, by George Creţeanu, a whole room shudders and alienated hearts of the Romanians beat thirsty for the estate, the fresh air of the Carpathians, and the eddy waves of the Danube:

“Lost on foreign ways
Away from my home;
I spend my life in sighs,
Bread ‘n tears I watered.

Be the bread as bad it could be,

In my country the living style is better!

Oh! in my beautiful country
I left loving father,
I left my dear mother,
Milled by lots of tears.
……………………………….
I stayed at the table with foreigners,
And I feasted with them;
But I thought at my home,
And rivers of tears I shaded.

Who loves his country,
Do not gives the world for her;
Oh! then my heart grows.
When thinking of a view it! “

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In the end I wish to quote Marin Sorescu, but not before I highly recommend you to go to see in concert the master Tudor Gheorghe, a Romanian that worth to be appreciated at his true value.

“Whenever I listen to him – and this happens often – Tudor Gheorghe confirms my suspicion that Romanian poetry – popular and literate – can move mountains. (…) My problem, feeling his song through every pore of my being, is how to stop a tear of love, admiration and pride that this phenomenon may exist that, like Grigore Vieru said, I found easy to give him a kiss.”