THE sky was clear blue
that kind of nice light blue that only winter showers on our hearts
And the cold northern wind was blowing in between skycrapers taking away our worries
Sun was low and reflecting on the windows of the high tours of Chinatown
It was not a rush saturday, just a usual day in the cold, and the quiet town
my heart feels light, and my body is running on my chappals
yes i'm the only one wearing sandals in february in Paris
i'm quoting my lovely buddy: "I love ME"