Para aser las cosas bien el homre…

Destino Viene de arriba Leyendas El hombre De acciones

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

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

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

I do not write poetry out of distr…

I hear the rain Each drop Defined I reminisce Of places

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...

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…

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

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...

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

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

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