Today I read on Direct Matin, parisian free-journal, about the annual event "Printemps des poètes", Spring of poets in english. This year they celebrate their 13th edition. The agenda is quite interesting. I'm thinking of assisting few of them. I think I will post a message on this event later on.
Right now I'm in my university library, late for my first class, I have to wait for another 30 minutes for my second class. So, I profit this time to write a bit, accompanied by an old man who is sitting two meters away from me, reading his book and at the same time mumbling and growling.
Today's weather is awesome. Sunny with breeze. PERFECT.
My next class is on Poetry and The Commune of Paris (1871). I missed the previous class since I had had to settle few stuff. Need to borrow some notes from friends.
This semester would be very crazy. I have 9 classes. This will be my last semester. Frustating and at the same time exciting.