As a child I was told Of a story true A man old In his last days he saw Incredible beauty
Blessed be the calm and tranquil Blessed be the man Who does not loose sight Of the virtous horizon Blessed be the honor inside
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...
At night they say he was calm His gaze lost.... He was in love.. The stars.. The moon
Have you seen me?... If you have Can you please Tell me To come back
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
En el monte Se escuchan Las acordiones Al cielo cantan La balada
I do not write poetry out of distr…
Para aser las cosas bien el homre…
Some are born .the othets die Some walk The others cry Mountains, rivers
Destino Viene de arriba Leyendas El hombre De acciones
A un verdadero caballero siempre s… A un nesesitado cualquera batalla… Un verdadero caballero tiene la F… El nesesitado cualquera no la tien… La sabiduria biene de arriba.
Drink..!..man!..drink! For some men! After these nights! Better they think!....
there is a Wonder a golden light t…
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…