a dream I had last night
She had been walking all over this land for such a long time, she had already feared sharing the common destiny as almost all the inhabitants: desperation.
Weather gloomier and deeper depressed people could have ever been living anywhere else on the earth she knew, was to be wondered.
Weather the sun was shining bright or the clouds of rain covered the sky, her people sighed every time they looked at the sky. Weather the wind was blowing hard or it was as peaceful as it could be, her people never took a deep breathe to benefit the fresh air. Even the children's game was more an aggressive show rather than a joyful act.
Although it had been the same ever since she could remember, she had never got used to it and she did not intend to. She did not want to. She kept singing joyful songs to herself and listening to her own laughter. She practiced funny stories and made joyful memories up for herself.
It was about four years ago when she decided to travel over the land and to spread her thoughts. She was hopeful to find friends who believed the legend of joy and she was not let down. All four of them were pacing the roads now, singing, laughing, and telling jokes despite their anger and the fatigue of not having come across even one smiling child. Now it seemed as though they have been together all their lives. They rarely remembered the time they had lived apart.
On that very cloudy evening, they had reached the town where she had started up with her first friend.
Exhausted they sat on a corner in the street where they could here children shouting around a broken wooden piano. The piano was not old, it was unfinished, and there was no paint on the wood yet, neither on the white keys. Some keys were missing, here were no pedals and the deck had no covering. The children though were trying to tear it apart.
"No one ever knew why it was left there." Said her friend. "No one's ever heard any piano in this town" he paused, thinking deeply. "But you know what; it's missing more parts now." He finished.
"Is it?" said her third friend.
"No wonder, when you look at the children. I'd be surprised if it weren't!" said the second friend.
"They're killing the poor piano!" she yelled. Then she jumped up and ran towards the piano. Her friends followed her in a much less furious manner.
She started fighting the children away from the piano. "Hey! the crap is no good!" shouted one of the children as her friends were close enough to hear the struggle.
"If you're not good enough to the piano, you'll never know." She replied and before the child could afford any comebacks she hit one of the keys as hard as she could. A nasty, harsh steel noise was given out, followed by every one's silence.
She looked quite relieved, looked up grinning at her friends and said "The fun part starts now."
First she tested all the keys, then all the black ones, all the unpainted ones, one in every five and once again all the keys. Every one was watching the process of the change in the sound as she continued. "Now this is not gonna be really pleasant, but we gotta be patient." She said, giggling.
She started playing the most out of tune song her friends have ever heard, the children on the contrary seemed focused, interested, bewitched.
She replayed the song for about seven times when her friends finally felt willing to sing along. The children turned their looks and watched them as if they were magicians from another dimension. Watching the looks in their eyes the four of them burst into laughter which made them even more mysterious to the children.
The sweet music of piano had gathered more audience by the time the children were also singing along joyfully.
"We did it!" whispered her third friend. She secretly looked at her, looked back at the crowd who seemed no more gloomy as they were, back at her friend and nodded with a slight smile.
"WE DID IT!" yelled her first friend and embraced the two girls.
"We are doing it!" said the smiling second friend.
They started out hitting the roads again, playing music, dancing, singing, telling jokes, laughing, cuddling and kissing; Never leaving a place before having witnessed the tears of joy up in the people's eyes, before some have danced to their music or have fallen in another's arms kissing.
She felt the cold wind blowing inside her as they reached the town and she knew it was not going to be easy.
The streets were quite empty, the shops looked as if closed, and the sun was shining too brightly in the sky, as if attempting to dry every kind of life up. There were no children to be seen and no bird to be heard. The huge trees though were standing wildly up high. "Theses have already been awaiting us." She said smiling, although she was already feeling anxious. She felt like holding her friends as tightly as possible and singing to each of them.
When they reached the great hall with big windows, inside which almost every desperate soul has gathered together she knew the cause of her feeling. She remembered the last time she had crossed this time, when it was not remarkably so grieving. She remembered when she had stopped in front of the great hall amazed by the beautiful vast windows. It was then when one gloomy soul had stared at the same window telling her in one most shaded voice that she was going to die in the very same hall.
She told her friends the story in a casual voice. "There is much greater number of people left. I want you to go on, regardless of what becomes of me." And she kissed every one of them. "May I ask you to stay out?"
"Dare you not!" said the third friend furiously.
"It's not faire for you to take one piece on your own." Said the first friend.
And so they all entered the Great hall and she headed straight for the stage. Her friends began playing a soft song and she began singing, stepping smoothly towards the big wooden table on the stage. The heads were all down, nobody seemed to have mentioned their arrival, neither their song. As she stood her hands on the table, she saw the glass jar. There was no wood under it; it was somehow plugged into a hole on the table. As she was staring at the bottom of the jar singing, amazed by the way it held on to the table and not falling down, the bottom broke into pieces and she thought she knew what it meant.
To all her friends it was clear the jar contained nothing but her life.
Her singing voice began to tremble as she felt her insides being sucked out of her. Her song now turned pleading. She was holding the last remains of the jar by her hands, singing as loud as possible.
"Right here my body needs to lie
Please hear my song before I die…
Before you forget all my friends
Before regret conquers the end…"
She went on hopefully.
She wanted to be heard before only her legend remains on this land. She was asking to be remembered rather than talked about, described. Her life was being sucked up and her still singing friends had burst into tears.
One gloomy face turned up with the brightest blue eyes she could have imagined.
Weather gloomier and deeper depressed people could have ever been living anywhere else on the earth she knew, was to be wondered.
Weather the sun was shining bright or the clouds of rain covered the sky, her people sighed every time they looked at the sky. Weather the wind was blowing hard or it was as peaceful as it could be, her people never took a deep breathe to benefit the fresh air. Even the children's game was more an aggressive show rather than a joyful act.
Although it had been the same ever since she could remember, she had never got used to it and she did not intend to. She did not want to. She kept singing joyful songs to herself and listening to her own laughter. She practiced funny stories and made joyful memories up for herself.
It was about four years ago when she decided to travel over the land and to spread her thoughts. She was hopeful to find friends who believed the legend of joy and she was not let down. All four of them were pacing the roads now, singing, laughing, and telling jokes despite their anger and the fatigue of not having come across even one smiling child. Now it seemed as though they have been together all their lives. They rarely remembered the time they had lived apart.
On that very cloudy evening, they had reached the town where she had started up with her first friend.
Exhausted they sat on a corner in the street where they could here children shouting around a broken wooden piano. The piano was not old, it was unfinished, and there was no paint on the wood yet, neither on the white keys. Some keys were missing, here were no pedals and the deck had no covering. The children though were trying to tear it apart.
"No one ever knew why it was left there." Said her friend. "No one's ever heard any piano in this town" he paused, thinking deeply. "But you know what; it's missing more parts now." He finished.
"Is it?" said her third friend.
"No wonder, when you look at the children. I'd be surprised if it weren't!" said the second friend.
"They're killing the poor piano!" she yelled. Then she jumped up and ran towards the piano. Her friends followed her in a much less furious manner.
She started fighting the children away from the piano. "Hey! the crap is no good!" shouted one of the children as her friends were close enough to hear the struggle.
"If you're not good enough to the piano, you'll never know." She replied and before the child could afford any comebacks she hit one of the keys as hard as she could. A nasty, harsh steel noise was given out, followed by every one's silence.
She looked quite relieved, looked up grinning at her friends and said "The fun part starts now."
First she tested all the keys, then all the black ones, all the unpainted ones, one in every five and once again all the keys. Every one was watching the process of the change in the sound as she continued. "Now this is not gonna be really pleasant, but we gotta be patient." She said, giggling.
She started playing the most out of tune song her friends have ever heard, the children on the contrary seemed focused, interested, bewitched.
She replayed the song for about seven times when her friends finally felt willing to sing along. The children turned their looks and watched them as if they were magicians from another dimension. Watching the looks in their eyes the four of them burst into laughter which made them even more mysterious to the children.
The sweet music of piano had gathered more audience by the time the children were also singing along joyfully.
"We did it!" whispered her third friend. She secretly looked at her, looked back at the crowd who seemed no more gloomy as they were, back at her friend and nodded with a slight smile.
"WE DID IT!" yelled her first friend and embraced the two girls.
"We are doing it!" said the smiling second friend.
They started out hitting the roads again, playing music, dancing, singing, telling jokes, laughing, cuddling and kissing; Never leaving a place before having witnessed the tears of joy up in the people's eyes, before some have danced to their music or have fallen in another's arms kissing.
She felt the cold wind blowing inside her as they reached the town and she knew it was not going to be easy.
The streets were quite empty, the shops looked as if closed, and the sun was shining too brightly in the sky, as if attempting to dry every kind of life up. There were no children to be seen and no bird to be heard. The huge trees though were standing wildly up high. "Theses have already been awaiting us." She said smiling, although she was already feeling anxious. She felt like holding her friends as tightly as possible and singing to each of them.
When they reached the great hall with big windows, inside which almost every desperate soul has gathered together she knew the cause of her feeling. She remembered the last time she had crossed this time, when it was not remarkably so grieving. She remembered when she had stopped in front of the great hall amazed by the beautiful vast windows. It was then when one gloomy soul had stared at the same window telling her in one most shaded voice that she was going to die in the very same hall.
She told her friends the story in a casual voice. "There is much greater number of people left. I want you to go on, regardless of what becomes of me." And she kissed every one of them. "May I ask you to stay out?"
"Dare you not!" said the third friend furiously.
"It's not faire for you to take one piece on your own." Said the first friend.
And so they all entered the Great hall and she headed straight for the stage. Her friends began playing a soft song and she began singing, stepping smoothly towards the big wooden table on the stage. The heads were all down, nobody seemed to have mentioned their arrival, neither their song. As she stood her hands on the table, she saw the glass jar. There was no wood under it; it was somehow plugged into a hole on the table. As she was staring at the bottom of the jar singing, amazed by the way it held on to the table and not falling down, the bottom broke into pieces and she thought she knew what it meant.
To all her friends it was clear the jar contained nothing but her life.
Her singing voice began to tremble as she felt her insides being sucked out of her. Her song now turned pleading. She was holding the last remains of the jar by her hands, singing as loud as possible.
"Right here my body needs to lie
Please hear my song before I die…
Before you forget all my friends
Before regret conquers the end…"
She went on hopefully.
She wanted to be heard before only her legend remains on this land. She was asking to be remembered rather than talked about, described. Her life was being sucked up and her still singing friends had burst into tears.
One gloomy face turned up with the brightest blue eyes she could have imagined.
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