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

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 hear the rain Each drop Defined I reminisce Of places

there is a Wonder a golden light t…

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

If ever I am vain I will be slain If ever I lie I will die If ever I disrespect

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

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...

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

Para aser las cosas bien el homre…

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

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...

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

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

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.