At night they say he was calm His gaze lost.... He was in love.. The stars.. The moon
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 hear the rain Each drop Defined I reminisce Of places
Destino Viene de arriba Leyendas El hombre De acciones
Drink..!..man!..drink! For some men! After these nights! Better they think!....
If ever I am vain I will be slain If ever I lie I will die If ever I disrespect
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...
Even if life is on a string... The man should enjoy his dinner.
Little bird, little bird Out side my window On the bobwire fence Fly away, fly away The beauty!..
En el monte Se escuchan Las acordiones Al cielo cantan La balada
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 do not write poetry out of distr…
The stars brightly shown perhaps Wisdom had been sprinkling the sky to calm the ones in the night who were looking ...searching....the mountains around giants full with life aromas, and...
Blessed be the calm and tranquil Blessed be the man Who does not loose sight Of the virtous horizon Blessed be the honor inside
