In the middle of the night I wake up
Before my dreams resume, I dare think
Who think about me: day in day out?
If they are not my enemies and those who defy me
Then they are the children, parents and kindreds.

Many people, peoples and personalities may glare at me
Of course , they are not part of the dream, this dream,
But when I reflect back there are many to wish me happiness
My high school classmates, the crash mates- my admirers
Unlike my ex-lovers and ex-spouses- the ones who defy reality.

My mind gyrates : who dare think about me
On this anniversary of my birth and valentine day
In the months of March and February . Who would think about me
And you, on the date of the death of our marriage anniversary.
Yes, the dream has to resume, in the middle of the night.