From the freind
Those tales of Men who souls are… Those tales of virtuous bandits...…
Blessed be the calm and tranquil Blessed be the man Who does not loose sight Of the virtous horizon Blessed be the honor inside
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
If ever I am vain I will be slain If ever I lie I will die If ever I disrespect
The souls Of the good Are a wonder The souls Of the good
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...
Even if life is on a string... The man should enjoy his dinner.
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...
As a child I was told Of a story true A man old In his last days he saw Incredible beauty
..tell me friend is life not like… It must take work to get a hold of ...ah..but after the work.... The golden sweetness..
Destino Viene de arriba Leyendas El hombre De acciones
I do not write poetry out of distr…
Drink..!..man!..drink! For some men! After these nights! Better they think!....
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
At night they say he was calm His gaze lost.... He was in love.. The stars.. The moon