"Oh we shouldn't let him go like this. what'll we do?"
Old Dean's gone, I thought, and out loud I said, "He'll be all right." And off we went to the sad and disinclined concert for which I had no stomach whatever and all the time I was thinking of Dean and how he got back on the train and rode over three thousand miles over that aweful land and never knew why he had come anyway, except to see me.
On The Road, By Jack Kerouac
Escrito aqui por a.morais em 11 de fevereiro, 2005 às 13h45I'm in the middle of nowhere: Empty road along with "no alarms and no surprises" ^^
This is weird and awkward e não julgues que pensei que o blog era em inglês! :P
Continua , Fica bem!
Escrito aqui por A em 14 de fevereiro, 2005 às 19h23