A few days ago I went to a concert, and while we were
waiting to get in the place we were talking about the singers we were about to
see on stage, both are pretty old, both are pretty good, I was telling my wife
how exited I was for this concert.
The first time I saw Serrrat was when I was fifteen
years old, and Sabina I knew his music on my early twenties.
When they began to sing I realized that I am old too, I
grew with those songs, they are part of my life’s soundtrack, and perhaps that
is why I almost cry when I hear them singing them, most of the audience were
seniors and people on their good thirties, they told us that maybe it was the
last time we see them alive, and that make me feel bad, but it was really true.
I really liked the way they walked us on that musical
trip, with great songs, and splashing them with great stories, ironically after
the concert I felt younger, maybe because they remind me some episodes in my
life that I really care. A lot of memories came to my mind that night, a lot of
bitter ones, some sweet ones, and I reminded the boy I used to be all covered
in dreams, covered with my books and my music, starting to forge my future, several
years ago.
on the concert I
sang holding my wife’s hand, when I sang them for the first time, I used to be
alone, now I got her by my side to sing, to share my music, my books my life,
our life.
Sometimes when I can watch a good concert of an artist
or band I like, I say: “after this concert I can die in peace” and believe me
folks this was one of these….
