ALZHEIMER – IL PADRE
When big things become vague
It’s the small things you see.
A ray of sunshine on the curtain,
a fly on the table, a stain on your shirt.
….
Secretly you hoped,
No, it won’t be that.
Until even that hope
Vanished into the confused void. Fly? Stain?
….
There’s someone here. Who are you? … Who?
Eyes see without recognizing,
Ears hear without understanding,
Lips murmur without …, without? …nonsense.
…
….Tired, dazed, the gaze empty.
….The liberating end is near.
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