Am I living ? I don't know
If my dream is good or bad,
You, my friend, you my fellow,
Why seems your smile so sad ?

Where is my past ? Is it finished ?
I have forgotten my story.
Everything seems to be vanished
When I ask my memory.

I realize that tomorrow
Will be dark as a night. And I see
That my future —yes, this, I know —
Will be a ship who sinks in sea.


( Poem written for the day of the Alzheimer's disease)