I do not write poetry out of distr…
Those tales of Men who souls are… Those tales of virtuous bandits...…
At night they say he was calm His gaze lost.... He was in love.. The stars.. The moon
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...
Para aser las cosas bien el homre…
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
Have you seen me?... If you have Can you please Tell me To come back
I hear the rain Each drop Defined I reminisce Of places
there is a Wonder a golden light t…
Little bird, little bird Out side my window On the bobwire fence Fly away, fly away The beauty!..
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
The souls Of the good Are a wonder The souls Of the good
..tell me friend is life not like… It must take work to get a hold of ...ah..but after the work.... The golden sweetness..
Some are born .the othets die Some walk The others cry Mountains, rivers