There are seven quistadors,
with seven keys to doors.
Who walk my bedroom floor,
in my dreaming state at night.
To close to the door to close it,
they just walk to and fro.
Will they present a present?
I truly do not know.
But there are seven quistadors,
with seven keys to doors.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I walk in... and yes I come with a present. you can even make it scream... playing lil games. PYT