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

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

He had been Up on the hills For some time He was seeing Through a haze

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

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

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

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

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

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...

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

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...

I am a bad man....

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

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

Destino Viene de arriba Leyendas El hombre De acciones