From the freind
Those tales of Men who souls are… Those tales of virtuous bandits...…
At night they say he was calm His gaze lost.... He was in love.. The stars.. The moon
I do not write poetry out of distr…
He had been Up on the hills For some time He was seeing Through a haze
..tell me friend is life not like… It must take work to get a hold of ...ah..but after the work.... The golden sweetness..
The souls Of the good Are a wonder The souls Of the good
Destino Viene de arriba Leyendas El hombre De acciones
there is a Wonder a golden light t…
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...
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…
Even if life is on a string... The man should enjoy his dinner.
Little bird, little bird Out side my window On the bobwire fence Fly away, fly away The beauty!..
I am a bad man....
If ever I am vain I will be slain If ever I lie I will die If ever I disrespect
Blessed be the calm and tranquil Blessed be the man Who does not loose sight Of the virtous horizon Blessed be the honor inside