From the freind
Para aser las cosas bien el homre…
He had been Up on the hills For some time He was seeing Through a haze
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…
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
Destino Viene de arriba Leyendas El hombre De acciones
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...
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...
If ever I am vain I will be slain If ever I lie I will die If ever I disrespect
As a child I was told Of a story true A man old In his last days he saw Incredible beauty
I hear the rain Each drop Defined I reminisce Of places
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
A un verdadero caballero siempre s… A un nesesitado cualquera batalla… Un verdadero caballero tiene la F… El nesesitado cualquera no la tien… La sabiduria biene de arriba.
