"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
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Oh, I think I feel like Jack Kerouac in the last few days. Mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time... Maybe to much passion and energy and unfortunetly no one to share it. No one with the same vibration. But what ca we do?
At least you're mad! I don´t feel nothing. I don't feel good or bad. I have no energy at all to spend. Every night i challenge myself to go out but there's always a "but" and the promiss that maybe the next time. If you ever find myself hanging around, tell me that i'm waiting to meet.
- Em português CARAGO!!!!!
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