On the Road - Jack Kerouac En el camino - Jack Kerouac, Martín Lendínez

“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.”



One chapter. I'm dazzled. Painful translation and all, I can see millions of tiny colored stars exploding behind my mind. This is going to be such a ride.