I'm two years old
and I have many wires
on the arms
they put them
even on the head
and sometimes
on the legs,
I don't understand
what they're doing
but I cry
because it hurts.
I was told
that outside
the world is beautiful
but when do I go out
of this box?
I'm two years old
and I have many wires,
if I were a child
they wouldn't do it
they would cry out
that it's horrible,
you too
would think the same.
But a little mouse
doesn't arouse pity
and when
I shout
with pain
nobody hears
nobody listens
nobody cries.
I would like to be
a child
and yet
I too
have hands, legs,
eyes and ears,
have nose, mouth,
nerves and heart,
and yet
I too
tremble and suffer,
I'm cold,
I'm scared
and I feel pain.
I would like to be
a child
to see
the world
and forget
a box
and many wires.

25.6.'09