Slightly moving those curtains,
They slowly enter my room,
Mischievous things happen,
In those hours of gloom,
There's a painting on the table,
Seeing it, they lie,
They laugh on my happiness,
They laugh on my cry,
I try to run away from them,
They meet me and shout,
I think i know them,
Sometimes i doubt,
Finally I've realised,
They are the memories,
See i found something,
Which i kept away from centuries.
