Red Room Where the Writers Are

Yesterday,
All my troubles seemed so far away,
Now it looks as though they're here to stay,
Oh, I believe in yesterday.
Suddenly,
I'm not half the man I used to be,
There's a shadow hanging over me,
Oh, yesterday came suddenly.

yesterday... i love this song... by the beatles... yesterday, i was on a boat, swaggering through the waters of the nile, it was good  at night, with all the sparkling lights reflected and the lovely breeze, and all the good company, yes... but...

my arm was not in its usual place at the side of my body or resting on my thigh, it was stretched as far as my tendons and muscles allowed, not feeling the least strained, into the water up to the elbow, and as the wooden body swifted through the still water, my fingers danced with the millions of drops that were once lonely, each on its own falling down on a long journey to our dusty place, and now have turned into this flowing, coherent river, danced to lighten up the dark water and tell the world, yes, i can be..

water was splashing softly, and i felt the nymphs of the nile calling me to join them down there, they are maybe swimming after the boat on the backs of crocodiles...  i know i had to pull my hand out at some point, but as i was engulfed in all that serenity, something that i haven't experienced in long time, i wished, that i could be, a river-maid, to grow a tail and swim, maybe not in this soul-less  part of the river, maybe southwards, or change identity and be a mermaid and swim out to the oceans and seas... it is not a wish that had urged on me for times and times again like many unachieved dreams i had, it was just then, that i assumed, maybe a tail is better than a couple of long, weak legs, that seemed to take me nowhere... if legs can't help maybe a tail would do... if people couldn't care enough, maybe...

maybe there is a new world, a path to a new universe that is deep down somewhere away from our sights,and for that hope i am ready to spend my life searching in the body of a mermaid.. people tend to go upwards, they search for their life above their heads, they see their God beyond heavens,  what if all that we see is virtual??

anyways, my arms had finally got to its "right" place, resting beside me, but what was "wrong" is that it was dripping, i had never cared to dry my wet sleeve, the right was wrong and the wrong was right and i was starting to think of mermaids...

the journey was great and the breeze was refreshing, but, as i was sure my hand would be pulled out of the warm water, i was certain too that soon those moments would be a "yesterday"...