Middle East in West Newton St.

Right next day after that terrible notice, I went eating with some job mates. 

I was flying out of my body, my whole soul, my mind, my sight, my mouth, my nose, my skin... every sense of me was on a hurry, fighting each other to be the first one to find him.

A few days ago I began reading "The Prophet" by جبران خليل جبران بن ميکائيل بن سعد 

-Gibran Khalil Gibran- (tz da same lebanese american poet). That book was given to me by Bicho moths ago, he asked me to read it but I didn't until that week, I guess it was the right time to do it, I didn't know what was about to happen... Universe is wise.

I found this abstract from paradise I was tears and then me... when I left the restaurant and in front of my wet eyes something that spoke instead of me was written in a wine colored banner, i saw this:

There's Nothing left to say... there was nothing before, Now I can see.