Traian's Story

... through the streets of my home town...
... having nothing on my mind...
... but to enjoy this beautiful day.
My heart was filling with a joyful warmth.
The sun was starting to go down
over a lazy
autumn afternoon.
I saw a busker.
.... deep down... in his thoughts...
.... he was playing a folk tune...
A few bills gathered in his tip box.
On his guitar...
All of a sudden he stopped playing and fixed me with his black tender eyes.
Hi... you like it?
...and he waved me over. It's folk music said he.
I'm playing my very own folk music ...
If you like, I could play something else... I can play some other thousands tunes.
You know... only for you... If you like.
How about this?
or this, or something you like.