Only the fresh wind flew in my room

“Please, come in,” I had asked my grandmother.
“Please, come in,” I had asked my grandfather.
“I missed you...”

Only the fresh wind flew in my room.
Only the ray of the sun smiled me sadly.

“You may come to us.” I understood the sign.
“You will not find the doors but it is an easy way.

Please, do not hurry, our dear girl.
We can wait for you for an eternity.
It is a short time. It is a long time. It is an absence of time.”

………

The rain of time is falling…