I hear the rain Each drop Defined I reminisce Of places
Little bird, little bird Out side my window On the bobwire fence Fly away, fly away The beauty!..
there is a Wonder a golden light t…
Those tales of Men who souls are… Those tales of virtuous bandits...…
If ever I am vain I will be slain If ever I lie I will die If ever I disrespect
He had been Up on the hills For some time He was seeing Through a haze
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
At night they say he was calm His gaze lost.... He was in love.. The stars.. The moon
En el monte Se escuchan Las acordiones Al cielo cantan La balada
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...
The souls Of the good Are a wonder The souls Of the good
There was the door With pain it opened It was dark Black as can be For you see
Para aser las cosas bien el homre…
Even if life is on a string... The man should enjoy his dinner.