lunes, 2 de mayo de 2011

On the road

But then they danced down the streets like dingledodies, and I shambled after as I've been doing all my life after people who interest me, because the only people for me are the mad ones, thje ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centrelight pop and everybody goes 'Awww!'

Leer a Kerouac no sé si hace que tenga ganas de salir a vivir, de sentarme a escribir, de primero uno y luego lo otro, o simplemente seguir leyendo, leyendo...