Last night I had that dream again,
That uneasy dream,
It was almost a nightmare,
For what it may seem.
I had it many times before,
It’s always like the last,
A simple room,
Maybe something from the past.
I look inside,
To this mystical place,
Is there something in here?
Inside this empty space.
It’s a room from unknown,
But I have been here before,
Perhaps as a child,
As I open the door.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem