From the freind
Para aser las cosas bien el homre…
I do not write poetry out of distr…
how much is a robe of silk?...how much are the golden trumpets?...how much is a field of roses?...how much is a wall of marble?...how much is a kingdom between mountains of lions and me...
I hear the rain Each drop Defined I reminisce Of places
Have you seen me?... If you have Can you please Tell me To come back
Destino Viene de arriba Leyendas El hombre De acciones
Even if life is on a string... The man should enjoy his dinner.
He had been Up on the hills For some time He was seeing Through a haze
..tell me friend is life not like… It must take work to get a hold of ...ah..but after the work.... The golden sweetness..
I am a bad man....
there is a Wonder a golden light t…
The stars brightly shown perhaps Wisdom had been sprinkling the sky to calm the ones in the night who were looking ...searching....the mountains around giants full with life aromas, and...
Some are born .the othets die Some walk The others cry Mountains, rivers
I think ill sit alone for awhile To call upon Wisdom so that my eyes might open Perhaps calm will come then And I will forget