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

I am a bad man....

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

Para aser las cosas bien el homre…

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

I hear the rain Each drop Defined I reminisce Of places

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

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

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...

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

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

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

Destino Viene de arriba Leyendas El hombre De acciones

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...

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