Lost kid’s land

you’d like to return to the old black white TV,

to the old ball of 35 lei inflated with the bicycle pump

and to the poplars in front of the block from the street you once used to live on,

to be able to (re)make yourself a comfortable childhood

like Marte Bèraud or Mirabelli in front of the scientists did their paranormal things –

out of nothing or just by thinking to the

days spent behind the block,

in the grass glittering with beetles and the

smiles of the girls living on the 2nd floor

with names of forest fruit and flowers with strong fragrance

anyway

humanity does not need you as an adult

and work (it’s been proved) will not free you

while life is correctly seen only by means of their communication channels

and not distorted as you see it from your office or from home

and still

there is no smart Matrix free of agents

named Zion or hell knows how else

but a permanently controlled déjà vu sensation

out of which no escape is possible in this very world