From the freind
There was the door With pain it opened It was dark Black as can be For you see
..tell me friend is life not like… It must take work to get a hold of ...ah..but after the work.... The golden sweetness..
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 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…
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
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...
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
En el monte Se escuchan Las acordiones Al cielo cantan La balada
Even if life is on a string... The man should enjoy his dinner.
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...
At night they say he was calm His gaze lost.... He was in love.. The stars.. The moon
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
I hear the rain Each drop Defined I reminisce Of places