Kerouac
"I didn't know who I was-I was far away from home, haunted and tired wit travel, in a cheap hotel I'd never seen, hearing the hiss of steam outside, and the creak of the old wood of the hotel. and footsteps upstairs, and all the sad sounds, and I looked at the cracked high cailing and really didn't know who I was for about fifteen strange seconds. I wasn't scared; I was just somebody else, some stranger, and my whole life was a haunted life, the life of a ghost. I was halfway across America, at the dividing line between the East of my youth and the West of my future, and maybe that's why it happened right there and then, that strange red afternoon"
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chuidi dijo
solo capisco il titulo
e l'inglese
per niente piû :P
chiudesi !
22 Enero 2006 | 04:49 PM