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
As a child I was told Of a story true A man old In his last days he saw Incredible beauty
there is a Wonder a golden light t…
Para aser las cosas bien el homre…
There was the door With pain it opened It was dark Black as can be For you see
Blessed be the calm and tranquil Blessed be the man Who does not loose sight Of the virtous horizon Blessed be the honor inside
Even if life is on a string... The man should enjoy his dinner.
Some are born .the othets die Some walk The others cry Mountains, rivers
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...
Those tales of Men who souls are… Those tales of virtuous bandits...…
Drink..!..man!..drink! For some men! After these nights! Better they think!....
I am a bad man....
He had been Up on the hills For some time He was seeing Through a haze
Have you seen me?... If you have Can you please Tell me To come back
Destino Viene de arriba Leyendas El hombre De acciones