I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix, angel-headed hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night, who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat up smoking in the supernatural darkness of cold-water flats floating across the tops of cities contemplating jazz!
Nire belaunaldiko buru argienak ikusi ditut suntsituta eromenez, gosez akabatzen, histeriaz biluzik, arrastaka beltzen karriketan barrena ordu txikietan orratz-ziztada amorragarriaren xerka, aingeru-buru jakitunak behialako lotura zerutiarragatik sutan gaueko tresneriaren dinamo izartsurantz, txiro eta zarpail eta begi-zuloekin eta hordi, zutik pipatzen