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

I am a bad man....

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

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

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...

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

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…

..tell me friend is life not like… It must take work to get a hold of ...ah..but after the work.... The golden sweetness..

Destino Viene de arriba Leyendas El hombre De acciones

Para aser las cosas bien el homre…

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.

I do not write poetry out of distr…

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

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

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