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
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 am a bad man....
Destino Viene de arriba Leyendas El hombre De acciones
I do not write poetry out of distr…
Those tales of Men who souls are… Those tales of virtuous bandits...…
Para aser las cosas bien el homre…
En el monte Se escuchan Las acordiones Al cielo cantan La balada
If ever I am vain I will be slain If ever I lie I will die If ever I disrespect
Blessed be the calm and tranquil Blessed be the man Who does not loose sight Of the virtous horizon Blessed be the honor inside
Drink..!..man!..drink! For some men! After these nights! Better they think!....
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...
He had been Up on the hills For some time He was seeing Through a haze
