For the New Year without the tribulation of those days,
To happiness through smiles everywhere,
If so just sorrow, smile and go so on

want to make a white world
white snow snow,
And in the white roads
white people go.
And the white people
thoughts are born white.
And the white working days
Celebration is white.
/ I. Ziedonis /

lit a candle tree branch,
Dedze festive flame in your heart,
With forgiveness, understanding,
With the spark of love
And you believe - it is in your power
Bring light to the candles do

The most beautiful thing is that nepārmainās,
This miracle, a miracle thousand-year,
These echoes of a distant call,
This ancient song clear scanning,
This heat, odor laden air.
Whatever words rushed through his lips to say,
Already said this is the most beautiful one,
To open hearts to welcome the holy hour,
centuries, repeated the message would say -
Well, on earth peace, good will toward men!

to light dreams come true
Snow Trails and not misguided.
To star in the heart of the rain falls
And hoped for a true to life.

you\'d like to plug. Let it burn?
Its beautiful i burned down without me. . .
What would spruce. To make it grow?
It slides noaugs s without me.
\'d Like destiny. To favor?
This is all i know without me.
What would you. To be you?
You i endure without me.
What to vote for yourself? You are so lucky!
But to the left off me. . .

with mild snowflakes steps
My thoughts go to you.
Do not close their doors
Do not close your heart up!
Want something briefly
To visit next, then go.
Others do not understand-
They think that snow.
/ A Anitiina /

winter poem written
When winter has not yet been through the spring and
With ham, sausage and bananas and luņķiem
I wandered days, but at night dreaming
On a warm summer and the large white vessels.
They are tall slides along the old rink
And flags as šķind cans dairy
And noilgojies bear dressed in green
Yes
Fantasy rivers lids open
But the white ship
The large white ship
With trumpets and the great Elefante
Downwind sails and run them from the ice
Consequently, at some point they dream of a precipice rushes
***

excitement

excitement does not come sleep
excitement will fall
excitement I ate thinner

is one solution has a clear revelation
Flakes are one soul
a white holy day to come

Waiting time in my chest hurts

excitement the day the festering
excitement Nights push
excitement breath gallop faster

is one solution has a clear revelation
Flakes are one soul
a white holy day to come

Waiting time in my chest hurts
***

THOSE FLOWER


Without expecting that you will donate,
If you\'re sleeping in flower.
Without expecting that you will forgive,
If you\'re sleeping in flower.

The whole trail of white flowers
For those who donate to those who forgive.
***

its bottlers


Its bottle swinging at the shore,
Registered mail and ever will be.
But now, Amba. Now, finally Bast.
To nepļāpātu mouth shut us s.

Mail nobrīnīsies, pudeļkrāsā nosars
And - since all are strictly controlled -
Not a minute of the time less attractive to steal,
Sea containers to send printed matter.

Dance and sea. Glass ļausies šūpām.
What coast after a bottle and a letter has warbler.
What native puffin after dark lips.
And a few words to tell me my friend.
***

WHEN will be ruined

When will be destroyed
This shish kebab house
Which is not endurable without you?

Where you are so surreal walking around free,
As black-edged
And so purpurtraģisks?

Do you have a little peat at the pub alive
Under krogusmeitu mauciskās and enticing beauty?

Tell you frankly that I fear for you,
Because you\'re a little more reserved, and,
But you hear the darkness of death
Barabams.
***

that he wanted to turn into puss How will the cat be, while the bell on the roof ridge tonight I want you to say \"You\'re beautiful shoe cord! \"You apspurušas boots you a žēlinošs vieplis Ek! Get down in the deep gorge of silence And your breath pieplakt But if someone will take the ložņāju Along ravines and along korēm bed time story I will tell of thy shoe šņorēm

nedzīvojiet Without love,
Without love, everything is small!
Without love, smoke ovens
And cutting our bread slicer axis.

And a chip with an ax,

With a blunt ax day MES

And a strange devil apnicības

On the bright gardīnstangām seated.

And if the devil can not understand

Why do flowers bloom on the window,

Why need to get up in the morning

And why the need to go to sleep.

Without love nedzīvojiet,
Because it is not that take and not give in!

And the one you drink from their cups,

One of his bread encoding tool,

One go and smiles to himself,

One of my concerns with the furrows. . .

How many people live in it,

And it turns out - and it can be.

May have. . .
***

Nothing has not run out of

Is the sun, sky,

And measured out, the bread fermentation.

And having children -

Nothing has not run out.

But clearly feel

The first snow when the snow,

Not run out of that,

But well enough.

In what to get,

It is nowhere to be boxed,

And what is boxed,

There are so inadequate.

And when a star falls,

As if it bites:

All are viable

And insufficient.
***