Bergkinder

Elisabeth
Aster

the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk,
mad to be saved,
desirous of everything
at the same time,
the ones who never yawn
or say a commonplace thing,
but burn, burn, burn  like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.”

Jack Kerouac

Magdalena Rungaldier