Entre Camus y Kerouac...

...la tierra, yo. Yo y la tierra. Los principios. El principio.

For years i've wanted to live according to everyone else's morals. 

I've forced myself to live like everyone else, 

to look like everyone else. 

I said what was necessary to join together, 

even when I felt separate. 

And after all of this, 

catastrophe came (...)

Albert Camus

I am my mother’s son.    
All other identities are artificial and recent. Naked, basic, actually, I am my mother’s son.    
I emerged from her womb and set out on this earth.   
The earth gave me another identity, that of name, personality, appearance, character, and spirit.    
The earth is my grandmother; I am the earth’s grandson.    
The way I comb my hair today has nothing to do with myself, who am my mother’s son and the earth’s grandson.    
I am put on this earth to prove that I am my mother’s son.     
I am also on this earth, my grandmother, to be her spokesman, in my chosen and natural way.    
The earth owns the least to myself; she shall take me back, and my mother too.    
We have proven the earth’s truth and meaning, which is, simply life and death.

Jack Kerouac