domingo, 7 de agosto de 2011


...they rushed down the street together digging everything in the early way they had which was later now become so much sadder and perceptive.. but then they danced down the street like dingldodies and I shambled after as usual as I've been doing all my life after people that interest me, because the only people that interest me are the mad ones, the ones that are mad to live, mad to talk, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones that never yawn or say a common place thing.. but burn, burn, burn like roman candles across the night.

Jack Kerouac, On The Road: The Original Scroll, Penguin Books, 2008

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