the sun is shining all day long and my flatmate is happy with it. he cooks some spinach, because you have obviously be strong in this exhaustive season.
me too, i feel good. i have loads of time to spend in the fresh air, sitting by my computer, learning how to use experimental cinema tools. how interesting it is to make Jonas's Mekas's hand move up and down, up ir down..
it is a wonderful spring in Paris.
today, i took a long 15 minutes walk. i was coming back from my box, going straight home. suddenly i heard a bright spring bird chirping. in a trap of narrow streets. i still feel pain in my brain cells.
it is a wonderful spring in Paris.
it's so nice looking to the sky while riding a free bike. so nice. this city is so well equiped for riders. you can smell them from long distances. petrol gas benzine. gaseline motor spirit fuel. parisians exercise a lot. you don't know how remarkably they avoid cars in the parks. butte chaumont, jardin du luxembourg, cimetiere de Pere Lachese and quai Voltaire. all of them looks nice and sporty there. but i am not jalous. i feel good in my old panties.
it is a wonderful spring in Paris.
it's an art de vivre! happy people smiling at you and helping you in the streets. in those, touristic ones, mainly. and i am so happy to be proud that i am not from here.
reading poetry at night, not writing my paper, drinking wine and having no money, i am so happy about this spring.
66 days left.
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