MAN CHANGES HIS SURROUNDINGS The eyes are crying and the mouth is laughing: Tamango is dead

Some say he was singing old gipsy music, but in actuality, Tamango was the shaman of the Universe.

Look at him in the "Muro Shavo" ("My son") video by "Hara": he keeps the floor steady under his boots, dancing with tiny steps, and he cries out: "Romania", with his arms wide open, raising the "bulibaşă" (ed. note: gypsy leader) silver pummeled staff, like a crutch of the world.

He had a husky voice, like coming from the center of the Earth; it was so heavy, it was like a chain which kept him anchored to this Earth when he wanted to fly.

Now that he's dead, maybe we should be worried - maybe the Earth will tip over and our coffee mugs will fall off into the abyss, spilling our coffee over the Milky Way.

I had a bottle of champagne with him in the "El Comandante" club.

It was on him.

While on stage, he said, pointing a finger at me:

"No one is making me hold this concert. But I am going to sing for you. I don't know you, I don't know who you are and I don't want to know. I want to sing for you!"

All of a sudden, he sent me a bottle of champagne, he came to me, we shook hands, we toasted.

Then he went back to singing.

Then he left before we had the chance to talk.

I did not know that shortly after this happened, he suffered a stroke, and then another.

The Shaman of the Universe went back to being just another 65-year old performer, thinning, unrecognizable, unable to move, stuck in his home in the village of Valea Plopilor, in the county of Giurgiu, crying as he remembered his fame - his joy.

He died two days ago.

While they are alive, we give them no recognition.

Once they are dead, we forget about them.

But the World endures because of them.

Thanks, Tamango, for the concert!