Worst is when the pain in my side

Worst of all is when the pain in my side,

It goes all hell can endure.

Worst of all is when the pain in my side

And when he looks into your eyes

Dumb and silent, and seek nothing

To the severity of pain is shared.

Worst of all is when the pain in my side

And you do not know how to help.
***

not roll twice

Twice the love comes,
Love life is such a one,
Since the heavy lid of your coffin,
Since your birth date.

It is not love, which knows how to
For years and years to tease tear,
Love it like lightning come -
Come, an outbreak of white and killed.

Since we are going. Day dziest and weave.
Fire dart long krājies voltage.
Lightning! Your! And again it is not yours
Occurs next to your friend and walker.

One after another burn up smiling
Blue lightning strike and fruitcakes.
Let\'s go on! Let\'s go to pending,
Lightning targets missed are recorded, nenospertie!

***

Unable to grasp the infinity

Time and space.

It is important to understand the desire to live

In his short breath.



It is important to understand that what the road -

This floor, it sheds -

It is our life, our way

The only excuse.



Only. There. Which had to be born doomed.

Nowhere else is worth a look for yourself.

And anywhere else we will not cease,

Not what heaven or hell.



Only. And any other

No. And that\'s why we want

To our son again, trees are planted

Between the two irrelevance.



I love you. I hate him,

What Arda us off and break.

It brought in a bee cells. Birds build its nest.

Since spider web weave.
***

There are people in

There are people - heart very deeply.
It seems that their heart is not at all.
Are they evil? Are they cute?
When they laugh? And when they cry?

You thought - storms the world you covered.
Dazzling pleasure and to pain the ass!
Go and move on, and later as you see -
It already was not in there.

There are people - heart very deeply.
It seems, than they neapjauž,
But the same depth of love
Hand-abraded rocks break.

Abraded hands, without a single word
Break the stones and rocks digested.
Builds his world, toe, Arda,
Demolished and built anew.

Where is your \"love\" and where is your \"want\"?
Where in your tree, and where is your branch?
Where is your way to infinity?
Where is your plow that you ars?

What do you have friends and that you are cute?
You do not have the same neapjaud.
There are people - heart deeply, deeply
Laughing at you
And as you cry.
***

How good of you to be neizlikties,
I just want to meet with you,
I want to be just you watch me -
When you look at me, I\'m real.

When you look at me, I\'m true
Our lives have hundreds of trains will depart
And thousands of miles will have to go on foot
And maybe without water, without salt and without a home.

Without a road, no water, no salt and no home
I think we have walked thousands of miles.
Your eyes had crazy eyes and your ex sober
Your body as stodgy had rye bread.

Your body and rye bread is rich,
This land, which mentions your legs, I love
Even sweat and blood poisoning
This land, which mentions your feet will be holy.

This land, which mentions your feet will be holy.
White cherries and red roses blooming in the yard.
As time and space, and infinity
I want you.
***

I love your eyes

I love your eyes.
Those of spruce cone
The sun striking woodpecker.
And I love your eyes,
When in the rises of the moon.

Then her dark and wide
Staring at me and wonder.
I love your eyes,
When the sun in the month of fighting.

I love your eyes,
When the snake as two
Lying cold and desperate,
As if would not be alive.

I love your eyes,
When the two lasers as
Burned out, and runs
Through my life.

But most of all I love when your eyes
Woodpecker sun striking the cone
And a small gold seeds
Brush soul back.

Small gold seeds pouring. . .
I awake and see a sleep.
Sometimes a kernel falls
Well to me in the snow.
***

Oh, what a fine thing it is - torture.
What can be so finely estimate!
Your hair wrapped around his arm
and to scream paplēst border.

Do pain, pain to do.
Between seriousness and fun.
Pamīlēt you and maltreated,
your hair wrapped around the arm.

Not, why not pray for forgiveness!
It will bite and stroke.
Pamīlēt you, you pamīlēt
and land
by force
push off.
***

with you I read chestnuts
Autumn rotting huge pages
and autumn had a cold and quiet
as brought from the south Papuan

had a wet and a bit damp and cold
with a large cloud and blue
and suddenly I thought: you are my friend
and that I am. . . you a little love

you had a cold hand
and you spoke to all sorts of jokes
and had a blue sky, low and Puša
upon us both chestnut tree

I did not say nothing, had chestnuts beauty
admired from childhood
say or not say to you. . . either yes
and maybe even a very
***

Engine
Cylinder
Spark,
The explosion ...
Cylinder
Spark,
Explosion.
Cylinder
Spark,
The blast!
And motor aizrīdamies howls.
Boys, this road is in progress,
Behind us remain long drawn snore
Vortices and vortex winds
Road dust is confusing.

Tenth of a second
Cylinder in the heart of growing pressure
Fraction of a second one
Iedzirkstas zibenssmalks
And, boy, this whole life
becomes infinite of one pitch
Infinity one race.
Rogue wheels and stars ...

The days are
Explosion
Series.
Inhaling,
Breath,
Breath;
Inhaling,
Breath,
Breath
The engine pulling me through life.
Other things are not important.
Compression space
Steadily and quietly
Spark plug firing.

The road is so very simple.
The road is as simple as RĒBUSS.
The road is so redolent of July
And filthy as March.
The finish is not and will not be.
The finish is not and will not be.
The finish is not and will not be.
There are only - start.
***

huge candlesticks oaks stands
As a huge candlesticks oaks stands
Naked in the autumn, spring,
Latgale as candlesticks oaks stands
The moon lights the branches.

But the moon is the moon, and stars are distant,
You do not know the agony of candlesticks,
When the midnight silence of the black
Ask for candles candlesticks hand.

But over the flowing white eternity
By Pienceļa torrents and flowings,
As a huge candlesticks oaks stands
And waiting for their candles.
***

three sons
A
- Pulled from the cold side of the door.
Old son, or doors open?
- The door closed hard.
Everything, as they should. Be calm.
2
One father of three sons.
And the father in the world without number.
Clearly, the third is Antiņš.
Clearly, the first - a real bitch.

but when Antiņš breed
heart, chest and crust in your bag
What does the second son?
On the second son think?

This is the first to know already - the first.
This is the third - with a noble heart.
Never met an ancient world of pain
On his father\'s second son.

In this second and can speak the beautiful
(We give ourselves homeland!)
But there is always transferred to the third,
So when the first in glory.

I\'m sorry,
I was born a little late.
I would not have allowed God to create
Father\'s second son.
3
But the same distance me
On the first and third class,
And second father son
Me is the same.

As the second son of father
I climb in the abdomen
Between both of them,
When they\'re one on one.

Antin is not yet a gold dress.
Without a horse he was and without spurs.
And so I know:
I\'ll go to the first brother.

But Antiņš in silver on horseback,
Silver sword in hand!
Now to decide where to go, -
Oh god, that the torment!

Soon the golden sword
Antiņš crows beat.
But what if -
if you fall?. . .
***

Movements, Crooked and Broken
What strange Movements, Crooked and broken;
What strange clothes, who \'knows of the woven
What strange eyes - as juniper wood-
We walked along the gate a man unfamiliar.

And you said to me:

At the gate he stopped and our dog Called
As a jack-o\'-lantern threw the bone
And asked: \'How is your toad Called?
Did he Creep from paklēts When cows are milked? \"

And You Told Me: \"It plays a walker.
Why he speaks through the late evening? \"

\"Do you burn candles ends of the fingers?
I have a heart of gold. Do you want it
to share the with you?
And the part That gives you -
What is meant, or what do not Understand? \"

And You Told Me: \"This man plays.
Why he speaks through the late evening? \"
THEN we pass through it will keep.
Now waiting for. Once again, look forward to.

But at midnight the night,
And the day - the day.
Devours a cow in a pile of hay,
But the toad does not come in our milk.
And a strange man - and there is none.
***

Do not be so excessive in
Do not be so excessively high,
Let me at least be a small,
Let me play with your toenails!

Behold, I lay cradle
And both hands
Databases foot in your mouth.

Atzīstieties that you are already a large
And stiff
And the longer that you can not.

This is very important - occasionally
become small to grow big.
If you do it you can not,
You\'ve lost something.
spiral.
Revival.


I think we do not understand -
Spiral.
The spiral is not it - bed mattress
Federal.

The spiral goes through you.
Tell me - or you feel like a spiral going through you?
Can you lie down from time to time the cradle,
Play with their thumbs and shove foot in your mouth?

If you can not, then you go straight through.
The line is stiff.
And then it does not help anything,
If you call on the federal bed spiral.

So let me be small.
I played with her fingers,
I am studying myself -
What is to come:
Free verse, shall not. . .
Fontana. . .
Spontaneously. . .

It\'s all I have in the future.
Let me play with your toenails.
I assure you that it is socially very important.
***

Spruce knows his place -
oxalidosa forest, marshlands, where
Bread does not grow.

Pine knows his place -
pine forest, white Suyama, where
Bread does not grow.

And do not pass improvers land.

But alder other crawling improvers land.

Very confidently grow alder,
will not come one by one,
comes in a pack, all at once, and
izriej land. As soon as you pielaidies
a bit more humane -
As with lindens or Ozoliņa-,
You just neatcērt far
so the pair ditch, field
inside and ten small alksneni around.

It\'s not that bad, everyone Wand
living creature,
just have not seen each other so
bold bezcenas tree-
require the very best in the land.

Introduced into the root of loaves of bread,
and you would go to tools, unnoticed
eat a small piece of root
and one day you feel that
heart
alder, and you do not want to
sow, and you go
look for other cultivated land.
***

Dream
Dreams, and thou shalt not small:
The whole world is in you liesies and kvass.

Dream hardest steel iron
And people all over the raise.

In a dream you yourself tops start
Himself on the root and gold cover.
Dream!
***