From the freind
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...
Destino Viene de arriba Leyendas El hombre De acciones
I am a bad man....
At night they say he was calm His gaze lost.... He was in love.. The stars.. The moon
Some are born .the othets die Some walk The others cry Mountains, rivers
Those tales of Men who souls are… Those tales of virtuous bandits...…
En el monte Se escuchan Las acordiones Al cielo cantan La balada
I do not write poetry out of distr…
As a child I was told Of a story true A man old In his last days he saw Incredible beauty
The souls Of the good Are a wonder The souls Of the good
He had been Up on the hills For some time He was seeing Through a haze
Drink..!..man!..drink! For some men! After these nights! Better they think!....
Para aser las cosas bien el homre…
Little bird, little bird Out side my window On the bobwire fence Fly away, fly away The beauty!..
Have you seen me?... If you have Can you please Tell me To come back