From the freind
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...
He had been Up on the hills For some time He was seeing Through a haze
There was the door With pain it opened It was dark Black as can be For you see
The souls Of the good Are a wonder The souls Of the good
En el monte Se escuchan Las acordiones Al cielo cantan La balada
Drink..!..man!..drink! For some men! After these nights! Better they think!....
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...
Blessed be the calm and tranquil Blessed be the man Who does not loose sight Of the virtous horizon Blessed be the honor inside
Destino Viene de arriba Leyendas El hombre De acciones
Those tales of Men who souls are… Those tales of virtuous bandits...…
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
I hear the rain Each drop Defined I reminisce Of places
Some are born .the othets die Some walk The others cry Mountains, rivers
Para aser las cosas bien el homre…
Even if life is on a string... The man should enjoy his dinner.