At night they say he was calm His gaze lost.... He was in love.. The stars.. The moon

Little bird, little bird Out side my window On the bobwire fence Fly away, fly away The beauty!..

Those tales of Men who souls are… Those tales of virtuous bandits...…

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

En el monte Se escuchan Las acordiones Al cielo cantan La balada

The souls Of the good Are a wonder The souls Of the good

I hear the rain Each drop Defined I reminisce Of places

I am a bad man....

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 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

Blessed be the calm and tranquil Blessed be the man Who does not loose sight Of the virtous horizon Blessed be the honor inside

There was the door With pain it opened It was dark Black as can be For you see

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...

Some are born .the othets die Some walk The others cry Mountains, rivers