Plus tri

To sa Biserom je nestvarno. Večeras sam se rukovao sa njom, a sa nepunih deset godina bio sam sa mamom i gledao je na Beogradskom proleću. Ne mogu da kažem da sam je odmah zavoleo, jer sam nekako u isto vreme otkrio rok, ali vremenom je zauzela posebno mesto. Nije to lako objasniti, jer je većina mojih prijatelja ne doživljava na isti način. Dok je ona za mene naša najveća džez pevačica, mnogi je doživljavaju kao samo jednu od pevačica  zabavne muzike iz vremena sedamdesetih. Dok ja čeznem za njenim novogodišnjim koncertima, moji prijatelji ne komentarišu, valjda da me ne uvrede, a znam da se pitaju šta mi je. Tako je bilo i večeras. Svi su čekali Van Goga i Masima, a ja Biseru. I sve mi je prošlo kroz glavu. I mamin lik mi je bio nekako jasniji. To je valjda to sećanje koga se ne sećamo kako kaže Prust, koje pokrene nešto. Večeras je to bila muzika: Zlato moje i ostale kompozicije, mada se ja često setim upravo pesme Ne plači sa tog Beogradskog proleća:

Ne plači srce moje
ima dana pred tobom
prvi put reci zbogom
nije lako, znam

Ne plači dušo moja
mnogo boljeg te čeka
život me kao rijeka
nosi dalje, znam…

♥

The story about Bisera is unreal. Tonight I shook hands with her and when I was ten, I watched her with my mom on the Belgrade Spring. I cannot say that I immediately liked her, because I in the same time I discovered the rock, but eventually she has taken a special place. It’s not easy to explain, because most of my friends are not liking her on the same way. While she is for me our greatest jazz singer, they consider her as one of the most entertaining singers of the seventies. While I’m desperate for her New Year’s concerts, my friends do not comment, I guess they do not want to insult me, and I know that they are wondering what’s wrong with me. That’s how it was tonight. Everyone waited for Van Gogh and Masimo, and I was waiting Bisera. And everything went through my head. And my mom’s face was somehow clearer to me. That’s probably the memory we do not remember as Prust said, which triggers something. Tonight, it was music: You are my gold and other songs, although I often remember the songs Do not cry from that Belgrade Spring:

Do not cry my heart
There are the days ahead of you
First time you say goodbye
It is not easy, I know

Do not cry my soul
much better waiting you
life as a river
carries me on, I know …