You steal time
from games, from races in the poppy fields.
You have erased the crowds of rowdy children from the streets,
you have put out their innocent laughter.
You substitute fathers and mothers
and you reveal the secrets of their asking “why”.
You propose images, news and emotions
without stopping, ever present, everywhere
you teach with wisdom and falsity,
the countless drugs of the mind,
you manage ideas and behaviour.
You steal time from friends, love and books.
I love you, I hate you, you make me happy and you depress me,
you accompany me and steal time from my life.
April 27 2000