Monday, 24 January 2011

λίγο πριν πάρω τους δρόμους

"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,
and in the middle, you see the blue center-light pop, and everybody goes ahh..."

Jack Kerouac - On the road 


Me:Moir said...

"I am jealous of those who think more deeply, who write better, who draw better, who ski better, who look better, who live better, who love better than I". Sylvia Plath 1951

Σικελια said...

"In complete control, pretending control,
with dignified authority, we are charlatans.
Or maybe just a goat's hair brush in a painter's hand.
We have no idea what we are."

Rumi από το Love's bewilderment

Χρόνια παλεύω να μην τον βγάλω αληθινό.

ΥΓ. Αγγίζεις χορδές με την Plath