-es la vida, madre- dijo él-. Uno se vuelve verde en Paris.
lunes, 23 de enero de 2017
Jack Kerouac
I came to a point where I needed solitude and just stop the machine of ‘thinking’ and ‘enjoying’ what they call ‘living’, I just wanted to lie in the grass and look at the clouds.
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