Vem por ali

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.