Another monk was walking
along when he came to a
lady
who was sitting by the path
weeping.
“What’s the
matter?”
he said.
She said,
sobbing,
“I have lost
my only
child.”
He hit
her over the head and
said, “There,
that’ll give you
something to cry about.”
Pra não ficar só na putaria, um pouco de poesia: koans poéticos e aleatórios by John Cage.
Ronaldo Bressane 
Pô, Bressane, vc tem blog! Cheguei graças ao blog da Fernanda Gil. Quando puder, dá uma passada lá na minha maloca baiana.
monk son of a bitch