Yes, silly old man, she is your wife

there is no one else, you are the other one.

Once again it has happend to you:

you have forgotten everything.

And i write to you, I write to me

to remember you our name,

where we live, who we where.

We didn't have children , but we have her.

If something good could be said about

this terrible illness, is that at least,

when we see her

we can fall in love again as much

as we did the first time ...