"The only people for me are the mad ones, the 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…"
Jack Kerouac, On the Road, (1ª ed.1957), Penguin Books, 1976, EUA
Foto: Patrícia Hirata, Estrela Cadente
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Why mad? Just because they aren't common people, like those who manage their lifes by the book? Let them be mad, then. 'cause common ain't my cup of tea.
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