Alzheimer

Friday's newspaper is missing
He doesn't know it's Tuesday, he still insists
and again the same cake happens
to the 40 candle that has blown 30 times
The worst thing about celebrating your birthday
It's having to hear: Mom!
From the mouth of a stranger
His hurt son tries not to appear sullen
He intends to forget his forgetfulness
But no one forgets the damage

Feelings get drunk with laments that crash
Because every thought
It has a bottleneck
It's like being in the arena
Playing at leaving your footprints
With the pain of turning away
And not find any of them

Feel the darkness
Shares the same language
And that the light of truth
It's just part of a chroma
Looking through his photos, he doesn't remember being in Rome
But in Milan because its time is like a rubber
And there is no way
To be able to get out of that prison
And on the leaf of its beating
A sentence is drawn
Tell me, what is left of you?
If your own heart
He says: Forget about me
at its best?

In the drawer of your breath there are only sealed tears
And her laughter is a fragment
From a torn page
Only knows the station seat of nothingness
Where you see the meters go by
Of memories without stopping

They leave and will not return
Daring moments dying on the lips of some Peter Pan
Iran under the couch
Where time and space stop
On a captain's hook

They will know that they will never return
And all for one and one for all will be repeated
They will be, tell me whose they will be when at the end of the story
D'Artagnan finds himself alone and breathless

Tour the gardens of his childhood
And only sees confines of poppies without substance
The sunset has taken away its fragrance
leaving behind the scent of absence and distance

There is no plan B in your calendar
Because every minute is a mourning in its alphabet
The fuse of its incendiary heartbeat is lit
As the gap reopens on its anniversary date
But this time no cake reappears
With the 40 candle that blew 50 times
There is only one glass that gets wet
In a gray hospital where his vital sign fades
and approaching the end
In full sign of death
Mother!
That ghost sighs among the people
And in his ordeal he slowly stretches out his arm
To reach your ear
And whisper the following to him

I remember you!

They leave and will not return
Daring moments dying on the lips of some Peter Pan
Iran under the couch
Where time and space stop
On a captain's hook

They will know that they will never return
And all for one and one for all will be repeated
They will be, tell me whose they will be when at the end of the story
D'Artagnan finds himself alone and breathless

They leave and will not return
Daring moments dying on the lips of some Peter Pan
Iran under the couch
Where time and space stop
On a captain's hook

They will know that they will never return
And all for one and one for all will be repeated