From the freind
There was the door With pain it opened It was dark Black as can be For you see
Destino Viene de arriba Leyendas El hombre De acciones
Listen with calm and joy Listen with happiness ...his story is a tragedy There is joy there is pain There is beauty there is darkness
Little bird, little bird Out side my window On the bobwire fence Fly away, fly away The beauty!..
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 am a bad man....
Even if life is on a string... The man should enjoy his dinner.
Ah!..san diego!.....the city the gem tucked between mountain and sea where men of honor are made where strength is born in cultured people of immpeccable intent work is hard work is hon...
En el monte Se escuchan Las acordiones Al cielo cantan La balada
At night they say he was calm His gaze lost.... He was in love.. The stars.. The moon
If ever I am vain I will be slain If ever I lie I will die If ever I disrespect
Drink..!..man!..drink! For some men! After these nights! Better they think!....
I do not write poetry out of distr…
Some are born .the othets die Some walk The others cry Mountains, rivers
