"Praised be man, he is existing in milk and living in lillies
-And his violin music takes place in milkand creamy emptiness
-Praised be the unfolded inside petalflesh of tend'rest thought
-Praised be delusion, the ripple
-Praised be the Holy Ocean of Eternity
-Praised be I, writing, dead already &dead again"
-And his violin music takes place in milkand creamy emptiness
-Praised be the unfolded inside petalflesh of tend'rest thought
-Praised be delusion, the ripple
-Praised be the Holy Ocean of Eternity
-Praised be I, writing, dead already &dead again"
Jack Kerouac. Mexico City Blues (1959)
"Alabado sea el hombre. el existe en la leche y vive en los lirios.
Y su música de violines se produce en el vacío lechoso y creomoso.
Alabado sea el pétalo interno sin abrir carne del pensamiento más tierno.
Alabado sea el error, la onda.
Alabado sea el Sagrado Océano de la Eternidad.
Alabado sea yo, escribiendo, ya muerto y muerto de nuevo."
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