From the freind
Some are born .the othets die Some walk The others cry Mountains, rivers
..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....
Para aser las cosas bien el homre…
The souls Of the good Are a wonder The souls Of the good
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...
Drink..!..man!..drink! For some men! After these nights! Better they think!....
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
Destino Viene de arriba Leyendas El hombre De acciones
Those tales of Men who souls are… Those tales of virtuous bandits...…
I hear the rain Each drop Defined I reminisce Of places
I can hear hear frank sinatras fly… I can see the old timers smile I can see the boys huddle Planning schemeing and dreaming I can hear the pirates acordion on…
Have you seen me?... If you have Can you please Tell me To come back
If ever I am vain I will be slain If ever I lie I will die If ever I disrespect
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