From the freind
I hear the rain Each drop Defined I reminisce Of places
Drink..!..man!..drink! For some men! After these nights! Better they think!....
Those tales of Men who souls are… Those tales of virtuous bandits...…
He had been Up on the hills For some time He was seeing Through a haze
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...
En el monte Se escuchan Las acordiones Al cielo cantan La balada
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…
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
Para aser las cosas bien el homre…
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
Some are born .the othets die Some walk The others cry Mountains, rivers
I am a bad man....
Even if life is on a string... The man should enjoy his dinner.
Destino Viene de arriba Leyendas El hombre De acciones