Thursday, January 10, 2013

Walking on the thin ice

I look at the old pictures and wonder why & how
Life can be a real puzzle sometimes 
I remember those happy days, when every evening together was a great party
and we thought that we had all the time in the world
We were following the right way... To the exit, in any case
Sometimes I miss you and imagine your silhouette reflected in the boutique windows
But coming back to you would be like walking on the thin ice: Tempting but dangerous