The Trip Has Ended
 
 
the taxi driver,
is taking us away
 
those voices,
what language was that?
 
we tasted different foods
in differnet kinds of places
 
and shopped with coins and paper,
both with unfamiliar images
 
the sidewalks and the streets
were covered in ancient cobblestones
 
the strangers passed by
but we understoodd their smiles
 
and all this, is now...a memory,
the trip has ended.