Author's note: This is the translation of a poem I've published today here, in Steemit, on Spanish language.
Strange worlds of light and darkness
I've visited in my dreams,
having endless adventures with its inhabitants.
.-.-.-.
But at the wake
the only thing I remember
is the feeling
of having had strange dreams.
.-.-.-.
I do not remember faces,
names
or places.
I only remember that everything
is my imagination's product.
