From the freind
Some are born .the othets die Some walk The others cry Mountains, rivers
Have you seen me?... If you have Can you please Tell me To come back
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
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
Little bird, little bird Out side my window On the bobwire fence Fly away, fly away The beauty!..
I think ill sit alone for awhile To call upon Wisdom so that my eyes might open Perhaps calm will come then And I will forget
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.
Blessed be the calm and tranquil Blessed be the man Who does not loose sight Of the virtous horizon Blessed be the honor inside
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...
Destino Viene de arriba Leyendas El hombre De acciones
The souls Of the good Are a wonder The souls Of the good
Those tales of Men who souls are… Those tales of virtuous bandits...…