'ORPHEU

I step outside this closed room, filled with smoke from the legendary cigarettes that made this country famous. There’s a crazy calm in the air, like a giant leap over a volcano. A soft breeze and flickering headlights from the cars on the highway, miles away, compose this picturesque image of Brooklyn’s finest landscapes. I can’t stop but to think about her last words and the unusual way she said them to me. They echo in my mind, revolving on each word, making me uncomfortable even though it was months ago, while still in L.A..