Asariņu peļķītē
was struck by fragments.
Neba with your kājeli,
but cirīti.

Well both, I think,
It peļķīte kraukstēs.
But - here you either had to!

Only the sky above - and more blue.
Only ačeles forehead - and clearer.
Only mud instead - as unprecedented.
Just my trackway - the silver.

heal foot winds to you
heal grief will give you
you will place the hot hand
something unfamiliar to you
and who had you over the head
noklāsies underfoot you
the darkness around you bursies
stars up to you dursies
fire in the heart kursies you
feet finally heal you
easily you heal grief

I have come to tell
that you all will be well.

Nemierinu
and nemāžojos - will be\'\' good\'\' is
empty the bladder,
which we jautrinām
unhappy.

I know -
around you is dark
the hanging,
do not see the outstretched hand.

I have faith in a similar
flair
that everything will be fine.

To me
it came in to tell a ray,
already cut off
your darkness.

Their faith
You have to help him

song

Nettles to tap,
Do not cry, tap that, -
What drove you
It spread to flower.
Once upon a time the pain will pass,
All the pain will pass,
So should not
No one asked.

To protect you
As self-protecting,
How to protect your ears
From pērkonbalss,
How to protect your eyes
Those who know what - your eyes,
How to protect life,
When it is finished.

Affront to you
What touches all,
Lips to smile
Or hatred prompts
But tēraudaizkars -
This is the whole curtain,
Not through the ball,
Not the smell is.

Where will smell
World without the smell?
What people breathe
What winds bring?
Then the day barge -
Severe load barges
Black, died in the water
Can take on. . .

Nettles to tap,
Do not cry, tap that, -
It is all the nettle
My own strange in May.
If the pain will pass
And in a pass,
Then leave the
Everything else.

And only prayer is the strongest of us,
That only the love will take.
If nothing else - no power, no obligation -
Not raise grain, nor green tree shoot.

But the mere fact that love seeks
On all sides, just your eyes open.
(It will also complain and cry and complain
Because it lacks something in the green land. )

It can not retrieve the power, not hate,
Not true, when due and are asking for.
Not to despair or gracious groan,
But only: stand here amidst green vasām

This early dawn or at midnight - and asks,
And distant scents, sounds together jauksies.
And can not be that far behind a pane
Just as long and full you cite.

Because prayer is the strongest of us,
We do not know how far she shines.
Is power - just a huge fatigue,
And eternal death is what is at war.

, heavy land, as you turned to me
snow flakes!
It is important that before the snow
Land of sounds -
the hurting stop.

Let the earth frozen naked sounds -
you do not understand even the string.
Both, both. Both, both in and
you also sadzirdēsit
the infinite string.

To frost coming, ice sings
and the leaves are falling, falling rejoice!
Look, my heart is completely frozen shut. . .

verse begins.

I believe that life is given,
To him we can find a way.
Where sunny peace we decorate the heart,
As the drug is decorated with sea-coast.

I believe that all the pain
What we should meet in this life,
Brings us many times in the dark because
To shine bright once our joy.

I believe that over hatred
Anyone can get up once sunny -
In every tree in the garden waiting
In the autumn, in spring.

Smile about their grief,
and their bitterness is gone.

Smile on your enemies,
and their sting is no more.

Smile for yourself
and your evil no more.

But if you are able to smile for the world,
then she will smile to you face.

You have enough?
If you can smile about the world,
when she lost -
You have to open another.

Bunny Song

Well now over. . . The first flowers spigot,
And the clover field, the Sun rises. . .
At the winter, you told me you were required
How Ābelīte, which gnaw bark.

At the winter stars had the dog packs,
Which comes closer and is propelled into a white hare.

Gardens and echinoderms conifer branches
Each had ABELITES trunk net.

As green needles, burning sunset. . .
So needles in all gardens muzzle door!
You, only you, nenosietā needles,
You were never there in the winter.

White Moon warped over forests nipple
And Blue Island Versme poured into the ground,
Standing in the snow hare lip broken,
And it seems from the outside, he laughs.

Now in the past. . . Again, flowers spigot,
I am a big and a bit more powerful.
But if through a cold space, the infinite
As dogs barks again stars come?

and that I can make?
deep down, I sing
in embracing him as a snail
beans are colorful flowers

I am proud horns izsliešu
the mouth perfectly safe
the flower I bučošu
and other neatdošu

and that I can make it?
now nothing that can be tomorrow

are some of timeless things
remaining in the corruptible
(Such as youth, friendship, love) is gone.

However - there are a few of eternal things, which remain
(As, for example) grasshopper leap from your hands, wind thy hair, and how you turned a blind eye in the sun invariably slow and gentle, and he wants to protect yourself from the sun.

There are a few of eternal things.

I look after the summer
Bypass the table
around
I manage to draw
Now the sun -
Desperate not to commit
Hold on
to a life
which is the only viable
apjaušama
vibration Cīrulis
trellis
Ziegel painful sound
the bud
atsprāgstot
open

When all churches at noon, you will remain
sky furrowed
face and swans feet in the clouds, th same,
down the mouse will give us.
When the fog, and darkness covered bridges, you remain
even wrist, who sees everything,
and whisper across the sea, road to find the
swans fly to the sun.
When all the churches at noon, you remain
sky furrowed
face, and just before dark, when the rupture
Heart and across the city will sparkle.

One word of love
I have to put your lips closed,
Nemodina, do not touch
Them with your hot breath.
Only three short dreams,
One word of love
Give, not love itself.

From one glance
I became so easy!
From one sweet word
Everything sounds clear distance.

Nothing is too tough,
I miss the earth.
I feel the wings at the shoulders
And kiss the sky.