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As a child I was told Of a story true A man old In his last days he saw Incredible beauty
Some are born .the othets die Some walk The others cry Mountains, rivers
Drink..!..man!..drink! For some men! After these nights! Better they think!....
I am a bad man....
Destino Viene de arriba Leyendas El hombre De acciones
Those tales of Men who souls are… Those tales of virtuous bandits...…
A un verdadero caballero siempre s… A un nesesitado cualquera batalla… Un verdadero caballero tiene la F… El nesesitado cualquera no la tien… La sabiduria biene de arriba.
Blessed be the calm and tranquil Blessed be the man Who does not loose sight Of the virtous horizon Blessed be the honor inside
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…
Para aser las cosas bien el homre…
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 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...