This is the story of a man who, bored & confused, was taking the road way. He only took with him his guitar & some clothes & got up in a train. He was crazy about the trains. He could travell with trains without stopping, without boring. In train he has full inspiration. From the train’s window he could see - everybody could see - all the seasons’ changes & could feel all emotions & feeling that every season is giving us. First time he stopped into a beautiful field where he was sleeping. In sleep he had a very strange dream which he remembered when he woke up - it was the first time when he remembered -. Then he walked into a bar where he was alone at a wood table. He drank a couple of beers & then he walked away trying to feel the summer who was starting covering him. He took a train to the Black Sea where he stays for few days. The great sea was giving him a gift: a red stone which he puts at his neck. Then he was walking through mountains, he was contempling beautiful mountain lakes, feeling the nearing of the autumn. The autumn came with her delirium feeling. He became to act strange, very bizar. The great season, winter, he felt it very far & yet very close as if it was inside him. His soul was snowing, his mind was freezing. When the first snowdrops appeared, the home thought came for the first time in his mind, in this journey. He took a train home to welcome Liberty, living in the past the great desire of Freedom. From this point, he is dreaming his life with his eyes opened…

“THE SEASONS’ JOURNEY”
March 1997 - February 1999

Aceasta este povestea unui om care, plictisit si confuz, a luat calea pribegiei. El a luat cu el doar chitara lui si cateva haine si s-a urcat intr-un tren. Era nebun dupa trenuri. Putea calatori cu ele fara oprire, fara sa se plictiseasca. In tren avea marea inspiratie. Prin fereastra trenului putea vedea - toti ar fi putut sa vada - toate schimbarile anotimpurilor si toate sentimentele si simtirile pe care acestea ni le ofera. Dupa prima calatorie, in care contemplase venirea primaverii, s-a oprit intr-un camp unde a adormit. In somn a avut un vis ciudat pe care si l-a amintit cand s-a trezit - era pentru prima data cand isi amintea -. Apoi a mers intr-un bar unde a stat singur la o masa de lemn. A baut cateva beri dupa care aplecat incercand sa simta vara care incepuse sa-l acopere cu mirosul ei. A luat un tren spre Marea Neagra unde a ramas pentru cateva zile. Ciudata mare i-a daruit o piatra rosie pe care el si-a asezat-o la gat. Apoi el a hoinarit prin munti, a privit frumoasele lacuri de munte, simtind apropierea toamnei. Toamna a venit cu un sentiment de ameteala, de delir. A inceput sa se poarte ciudat, foarte ciudat. Marele anotimp, iarna, el il simtea foarte departe si totusi foarte aproape ca si cum ar fi fost ascuns inauntrul lui. Sufletul lui ningea, mintea ii inghetase. Cand primii ghiocei aparusera, dorul de casa il coplesise pentru prima data in aceasta calatorie. A luat un tren spre casa sa intampine libertatea, lasand in trecut marea dorinta de a fi liber. Din acel moment incepu sa-si viseze viata cu ochii deschisi…

“CALATORIA ANOTIMPURILOR”
Martie 1997 - Februarie 1999