Too lazy to be ambitious, I let the world take care of itself. Ten days' worth of rice in my bag; a bundle of twigs by the fireplace. Why chatter about delusion and enlightenment? Listening to the night rain on my roof, I sit comfortably, with both legs stretched out. - Zen Master Ryokan (1758–1831)

c’est juin

Posted: August 7th, 2011 | Author: | Filed under: Textos | No Comments »

sem medo nem documento invento.
e o meu gosto por porquês alivia.
santo remédio é um olho verde de verdade.
insinua.
o cheiro então nem se fala.

Leave a Reply