From the freind
As a child I was told Of a story true A man old In his last days he saw Incredible beauty
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...
Para aser las cosas bien el homre…
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 do not write poetry out of distr…
He had been Up on the hills For some time He was seeing Through a haze
Destino Viene de arriba Leyendas El hombre De acciones
there is a Wonder a golden light t…
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
Little bird, little bird Out side my window On the bobwire fence Fly away, fly away The beauty!..
Some are born .the othets die Some walk The others cry Mountains, rivers
At night they say he was calm His gaze lost.... He was in love.. The stars.. The moon
Even if life is on a string... The man should enjoy his dinner.
I am a bad man....