We are those who wait,
in consulting rooms, in supermarket
queues,
in offices crowded of bureaucracy,
in banks,
in cash machines,
in endless cybernetic spaces,
seconds, minutes, hours,
so they can give us the pass to go into
the game line
so that we can do our move
according to the rules.
The machinery has subjugated us at will,
it sets the moments
and dictates the norms and the places:
do you want to come in?, buy your ticket and wait,
do you need something?, take your number and wait,
do you wish entering?, click and wait,
did you forget your password?, follow the instructions and wait.
One already know, time is relative,
up there everything speeds up, everything works out in a blink,
down here the clock stretches on, it's always arriving late
or just it stops forever.
We are those who wait,
in a world covered by promises,
crammed of unfulfilled dreams
and hopes leveled for posterity,
we close our eyes and ask for three wishes,
we rub the lamp
and we wait that the "happy ever after"
is not just
a Walt Disney trick
to blow up the box office in a family Sunday.
