As a child I was told Of a story true A man old In his last days he saw Incredible beauty
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...
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
He had been Up on the hills For some time He was seeing Through a haze
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…
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
Drink..!..man!..drink! For some men! After these nights! Better they think!....
Those tales of Men who souls are… Those tales of virtuous bandits...…
I do not write poetry out of distr…
The souls Of the good Are a wonder The souls Of the good
Some are born .the othets die Some walk The others cry Mountains, rivers
En el monte Se escuchan Las acordiones Al cielo cantan La balada
