From the freind
I am a bad man....
Some are born .the othets die Some walk The others cry Mountains, rivers
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...
As a child I was told Of a story true A man old In his last days he saw Incredible beauty
there is a Wonder a golden light t…
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 do not write poetry out of distr…
Ah!..san diego!.....the city the gem tucked between mountain and sea where men of honor are made where strength is born in cultured people of immpeccable intent work is hard work is hon...
Even if life is on a string... The man should enjoy his dinner.
Those tales of Men who souls are… Those tales of virtuous bandits...…
The souls Of the good Are a wonder The souls Of the good
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…
At night they say he was calm His gaze lost.... He was in love.. The stars.. The moon
Para aser las cosas bien el homre…