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He had been Up on the hills For some time He was seeing Through a haze
At night they say he was calm His gaze lost.... He was in love.. The stars.. The moon
Those tales of Men who souls are… Those tales of virtuous bandits...…
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 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…
Drink..!..man!..drink! For some men! After these nights! Better they think!....
Some are born .the othets die Some walk The others cry Mountains, rivers
Destino Viene de arriba Leyendas El hombre De acciones
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...
Blessed be the calm and tranquil Blessed be the man Who does not loose sight Of the virtous horizon Blessed be the honor inside
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
I do not write poetry out of distr…
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
