All this space waiting to be filled, with words, 
With lies, with hope, with dreams, with lies, 
With hate, with love, lost amid the white
Waiting for my castle – your castle
The castle of dream weaving.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                     
                
through poetry we do create our own worlds.....sometimes you have when the real one becomes a nightmare....