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

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

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...

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

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

Even if life is on a string... The man should enjoy his dinner.

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

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 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

Para aser las cosas bien el homre…

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

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...

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

I do not write poetry out of distr…

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