Question
Dear Kosen,
After last April’s Barcelona sesshin, I wrote some poems
(in Catalan, my native language). I take the liberty of dedicating one to you
(the Spanish translation follows).
A hug,
Xavier
If I sit, I move
Like oaks when they leaf:
The branches turn green
And everything grows slowly;
Even the rock breathes.
If I sit, I move
Like oaks when they leaf:
The branches turn green
And everything grows slowly;
Even the rock breathes.
Xavier Borràs
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