Antonia's blog

They were passing in front of her like fairies of a dream.Pale figures in her chamber.There was a golden candle on the table,many hours left.In the shadows she saw her grandchild calling her,crying next to her bed.Cold air was coming in the room from the open window.The door was slamming because of the air.Now, her soul was flying away.The candle was melting but she was singing.The grandchild went closer to his grandma and she stroked his head gently for the last time...