Para aser las cosas bien el homre…

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

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

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…

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 hear the rain Each drop Defined I reminisce Of places

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

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

Drink..!..man!..drink! For some men! After these nights! Better they think!....

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

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

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

I do not write poetry out of distr…

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...

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...