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)

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Posted: February 18th, 2011 | Author: | Filed under: Textos | No Comments »

como uma carranca de sabão no olho.
algo meio torto, meio doce, meio santo.
o tempo passa, clichê.
e ela vai me dar com um gato na cabeça até o gato miar.
sento.
sinto.

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