It's all good. American Idol. Ha, Ha, la lol, So What is u p. I want to say thank you to what is great about our son's and madre's, compadres, dilitants. That is to say thank you to the great american's who hold sacred our words consistant and forever preserving of the dream!
Thursday, May 14, 2015
Friday, January 20, 2012
Poem
Death of a mountaineer
Alas the tired sun gives way to a humble moons return
Mountains stand proud in pure white snows reflection
Air quiet, cold, peaceful knowing not of it's deadly grace
Ones soul in nature communicates to it in a silent exhale
In the finality of this moment a perfect understanding exists.
Alas the tired sun gives way to a humble moons return
Mountains stand proud in pure white snows reflection
Air quiet, cold, peaceful knowing not of it's deadly grace
Ones soul in nature communicates to it in a silent exhale
In the finality of this moment a perfect understanding exists.
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