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

Drink..!..man!..drink! For some men! After these nights! Better they think!....

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

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...

As a child I was told Of a story true A man old In his last days he saw Incredible beauty

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

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

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

Have you seen me?... If you have Can you please Tell me To come back

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...

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

I do not write poetry out of distr…

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

I hear the rain Each drop Defined I reminisce Of places

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