"If you read On the Road, it's a valentine to the United States," he says. "All this is pure poetry for almost a boy's love for his country that's just gushing in its adjectives and descriptions. You know, Kerouac used to say, 'Anybody can make Paris holy, but I can make Topeka holy.'"
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sou tão suspeita para comentar.
esse livro dá vontade de fazer as malas e sair sem rumo.
So I knock on the door
And I am on the train
Going god knows where to
To get me over
To get me over
Give me heaven or hell
Calais or Dover
I was hoping the train
Was my big number
Stopping in Santa Fe and the arches of Topeka
Though I'm chugging along, put away by the crossing hand
We'll be heading for Portland, or Limburgh or Lower Manhattan
Find myself running around
(Rufus Wainwright, "I Don't Know What it Is")
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