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Sivosten webZine :: Yesterday

Author: Dimitar "Cliff" Stefanov, Wednesday, 05 December 2007.

In Articles :: Creative Works; Propose a Second Opinion

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He looked around sadly. Just a few years ago, the place used to swarm with merry people ready to meet the first July morning. Now the beach was dark and deserted. It was only their fire that tried to dispel the gloom slowly settling in their souls. The group had fallen silent. Their thoughts were drifting back to the past, and the sea was quiet, a mute witness to their sorrow. The surf softly sang of things long forgotten, and fireflies of sparks flew up and wafted on the whiffs of the sea breeze. All of them sensed this was going to be their last July Morning... He had to do something. He didn't want to watch his friends silent and lonely. Not this evening, especially. He took the guitar. He tuned it casually and struck the first chords:

Yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away
Now it looks as though they're here to stay
Oh, I believe in yesterday.

His voice faltered and died. No-one joined in, and the song fitted so well what was happening. His eyes went round the faces of his friends. There were smiles on a few, sad, but smiles all the same, and he let his hope pour into the next song:

Imagine there's no Heaven
It's easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today

Now several voices took up the words, and almost everyone finished the last stanza. The people did not look so worried any more. The shared song had wiped off the sorrow from their faces and thoughts with a magical wand. With the next song, another guitar joined in, and everyone was singing at the top of their voices:

And when the night is cloudy,
There is still a light that shines on me,
Shine on until tomorrow, let it be.
I wake up to the sound of music
Mother Mary comes to me
Speaking words of wisdom, let it be.
Let it be, let it be.
There will be an answer, let it be.
Let it be, let it be,
Whisper words of wisdom, let it be.

They finished with whoops and hollers. Everything was alright again, and time had turned back, back to the past when there were more free people with guitars and fires to meet the dawn. They fell silent. The song had exhausted them emotionally, but their silence was different from before. Now it was filled with meaning and togetherness. They exchanged smiles now and then, and the surf quietly complemented the silence.

Suddenly, inhuman shouts and blazing beams tore apart the harmony. From all sides, people covered in black sprang out, their faces hidden, their hands holding enormous searchlights and AK-47 machine guns. They screamed at the youths by the fire to drop the guitars and lie face down with their hands behind their heads. They screamed and screamed and screamed...

The youths didn't know the complete rights over Beatles' songs had been bought.

** Translated by Kalin Nenov

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