Prosopagnosia

all faces passes through

like ghosts

like there is a glass window blurred 

before your vision

you can see

you can try to pay all the attention

but you can't remember 

not your friend 

nor your mother 

beneath the vision

inside the cranial box

and the blood strain...

...you can find the answers to so many whys

not a miracle cure though 

because it does not exist

you will still watch in doubt them 

going on your direction

for you to try in vain to recognize their faces

but you will know who they are

when they call your name

when they touch your skin

or hold you in an embrace

leave to the warmth of the sensorial memory to break the anguish

that comes when

all faces passes through

like ghosts

like there is a glass window blurred 

before your vision

but you will know who they are

when they call your name

when they touch your skin

or hold you in an embrace

leave to the warmth of the sensorial memory to break the anguish