A Utopiast talking to a Flying Yellow Cab driver

Please, drop me Nowhere

Anywhere where wishes come true

Where houses travel and change forms

As fast as ephemeral clouds

As fast as winged horses

To ride faraway from my self 

To ride faraway from your self 

Please, drop me somewhere

Where trees are storytellers

Where rivers are singers

Where birds are messengers

In a world which doesn’t belong to anyone

In a world with no borders welcoming all of us…strangers

Where I won’t get scratches-bruises and scares

From shopping-bags-cars-greed and mediocrity