Na estrada (ou sobre a vida)

“I wasn´t scared; I was just somebody else, some stranger, and my whole life was a haunted life, the life of a ghost. I was halfway across America, at the dividing line between the East of my youth and the West of my future, and maybe that´s why it happened right there and then, that strange red afternoon.”

Jack Kerouac, “On the Road”, p. 18.