La Lengua de Jack Kerouac es

Fifty years have passed since—

I last fluttered and moved—

Oxygen and smoke—

Lie and truth—

Spit and phlegm —

Poem and Prose—

Whiskey and Prayer—

From the outside to the inside—

From the inside to the outside—

Non-stop without a period—

Rhythm of life—

Rhyme of thought—

All in tempo—

Con La Lengua de Jack Kerouac es—

I suffered through pages—

Burnt by  coffee and cigarettes—

I suffered through life—

Burning with desire to be forgiven—

From the inside to the outside—

From the outside to the inside—

 

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