Confession
Watery mist appears. What deny there is not worth it:
Only you, I am loved.
How strange juice you dip your lips,
They glow with less red breath?

Where boulevards are smoking, you met once
And no I do not know a moment\'s peace.
On the corner, where a beggar asking for money for yourself crooked,
My Sami soon as long horses.

Is it day or night, wandering the streets alone;
Pull on the leaves of trees, and hope
That any of them will be your kiss or your hair,
But - I empty the drains beru.

Then I watched the same in all the windows, maybe
Your eyes shall see there is shining,
But I hope the birds only in the brain fades
I feel moments of eternity as chalk.

Where are you, my friend?. . . Does it glow in the melt
I got it from a single cloud in the face?. . .
Or from you to me as long as this, which breaks
In my harsh and angry poetry?

Watery mist appears. What deny there is not worth it:
Only you, I am loved.
I guess my blood you dip your lips,
They burn with less red breath?
***

Goat
I sleep soft grass. I am in the hands of a small book.
Brings a sweet and yellow wind with height up his goat.

I feel her warm breath and hear them sing.
It soft and white curls shining like plum flower.

Brought the goat\'s head and say the sky a soft tongue
What slipped a face like a slide and a slice of watermelon pink:

- I no longer enough for the birds, with the neck makes the call.
I want the black ants, which pages you become a shepherd.

They smell like Vaivari brown sting my eyes and sweet.
What she did calm and white board book? -

I smile and say: - With the spirit. - With the spirit? - And wonder goat
On the strange and curious things, which listens to a small book.
***

Behind the Sound boat, home workers
and light jūnijnaktīs game
mandolins,

Behind the Sound boat where the sand
nebruģētās crumbling streets and flowing,
and a loss of our hopes and life

By the lilac and chestnut trees, old
house, long live my grandmother
to the same young lady,

At the little girl and the work of the eight
up to four mail.

Of the disease and long-lasting working life
severed my grandma čokurā
like autumn leaves.

Glows white head to it as a huge
Ābeļzieds and hand core shine
the amber resin and sun.

The old stuff for which I brought her out of
Flea market, it boiled coffee and
pity for the death of cruelty.

An old stove, old my grandmother,
they both feel good with friends.

And often hiss - this song is the only one
they know that life stove - as
smell mixes with Grandma
sighs and guitar behind a thin
wall, which is home to a young man and
sing about girls and fun
cool folk life.
***

Riga
On my tongue thy breath fractured
And, I would have given my party.
I am your feet up on the withers,
Since both.

You wandering away from me never:
I\'m in the room, which is upon thee dull.
I have decided to die on the street do you hips,
Then, as the bulbs are surrounded by candles.

Time to cover the corpse of my street smells
And my lips a wet sheet will.
Over my head draped across the street poster
And at night I dove under the arms MIGS.

When my flesh shall begin to slowly rot
Lime juice and my roots Sukses,
It will be in all the parks have come autumn
And the pain in his tree leaves Pluk.

Then, I will ascend into the morning mist Salta,
Where lies quietly in the mist cranes vote
To top off the glass behind the azure blue,
And that will be my downfall and the end.

On my tongue thy breath fractured
And, I would have given my party.
I am your feet up on the withers,
Since both.
***

Soul
Oh, now do not Require life out of you,
Do you think the rich and soul.
Not being able to walk once daily routes,
Will be out of all the vagabond tarnish.

Insanity is as deep as the Thirst for a friend.
Much Greater When the Rus in your soul,
Nonīkst to friends as puppies kusliem,
The Forgotten Nonīkst and Overgrown ravine.
***

Farewell
Gļēviskām away from people for a long time
Go to the meadows and the flowers bent,
Bubbles listen Vizbulis choice
Honey bee from flower to suck. . .
Together, the rafters are set to fly
Verbal flow of tears Schmid,
At night the frogs reed bed kvarkt,
When the leaves turn red in autumn.
***

Clarity
I clearly go toward their end,
I. Engine and smīnat not believe you.
Just do not know where is my tip. Or in a hurry
I heart suddenly become cool as glass,

Or hotel, where the expensive blankets ladders
Hides a quiet strides in their pockets,
Water from a rigid me except the secret
And sheets and a kiss across the classroom?

I do not know. And the race. Because I have to go:
Even the smell of your way to go prot.
To drain to the odors fleeing the weak -
I beg nemācīšos.
***

Elegy
Maybe once the heart of me in peace will stay on
Street tinnitus slow rims,
When the life of my hands will put
Eyelids and under eyes dark makeup.

Gutters like more water will come,
Will be under the feet of asphalt, hard and slippery,
So I light candles burn out the coffin,
Overstock will become cool ice cream.

Lime-tree thrives even in the same way in all streets,
Car will be called, and calling the tram will go,
So out of life, wonderful and great,
I\'ll be the difference in their lives.

And never, never quiet, smiling,
Nenākšu at her back,
When the pavement, waiting for a new sun,
In all the streets of snow striking.

Star full, indifferent space
, Until I klejošu one
Where all the pain go away the breath,
Where there is no longer knows how to smell of hay.
***

Flower Girl
One on the bench I sat at the very edge of the garden,
where the music fly back as if from the main island,
you present came up to me by an old footpath
be sent home with details of a worn shoulder.

You present came up to me and offered a flower-
so picturesque, so radiant as the sun set in windows.
Had your brown legs the dust so black
and a hard, hard pressed as strādniekroku wrist.

Flower silently shook hands, and eyes brīnumzilās
so that the bunny had a timid, on the ground in fear place.
I, flower light, randomly you fingers was affected,
and it seemed to me that notvīka thy pale cheek a few.

And it seemed to me, you did not want to have less eye make-up,
and suddenly my soul was born on the same tvīksme:
\"What should be my girl, when suddenly kiss
I am your lips moisture and silk your face? \"

And yet, so I sat and thought, \"How?\"
After the law had prohibited me here to express what I feel. . .
***

Sagittarius song Latvian girl
If you\'re sad, my friend,
Do not go,
Do not go at the top of the hill round the café:
there is no longer just sitting in the ladies,
the smell of the best lipstick,
oriental essences
and his favorite cigars,
there vijolists Jew, for a lot of beautiful,
and some young men
late hours at the only cup of coffee,
secretly watching the lonely maiden.
Do not go.

If you\'re sad, my friend,
come to me.

I plug tip
Balsam drink bottle
small iebrūns solitaire table,
I bought yesterday,
Able Seamen and a glass of vodka.
Come on.

I\'ll paklāšu his coat on the floor,
us to the moon shines through the window,
to the neighboring roof doves cooed softly,
and I\'ll sing songs
Birds and water.

Come on. . .

Tonight
Tonight, I will dream of
for all that higher than the towers.

Square on the bench -
on the bench, where the streetcar rumbles past,
or feel the smell of the meadows
Copper and wonderfully soft as rain?
Probably there birches blue sky
standing as a white nightdress.
Jasmine.
Cows sighs houses.
Small sheds in the salary
there could sink into the wall,
skūpstošā wall.

Tonight I will dream
such a dream
and forget that I need money,
the repair flat soles
and tomorrow
find a job.
***

Trams
Tram
skirts up roads
I raised my eyes to the
higher.
But his
sat opposite
so cold
Tram and brass railings
twenty degrees on the island.

***

Linden dark. Pages silent winds
Strange gurdums grass down the Mac,
And once again today, could not
To come here, as it was agreed.

Kamdēļ say and promise smiling softly
As you come when the sun set,
If you know that on the other side
Wants you at the same time go?

Time so the thought of you and felt
That I moko, you are waiting for one
While the winds of the earth night sends
The dark road disappears white milk.

How do I know, maybe it\'s also good
That sit here sad and lonely, -
My friends now - traffic bollards,
Night and silence, silence priceless.

Linden dark. Pages silent winds
Strange gurdums grass down the Mac,
And once again today, could not
To come here, as it was agreed.
***

Ballad of my girlfriend
Do not say, small - everything missed!

Settle one
round courtyard garden
When the clock on the wall
pronouncing killed five
killed, you look out the window
and shut up.
Land!

There you are on the leaves,
coated layer of dust,
you can write with your finger
his favorite word.
Setting of the sun
lean red currant juice on rooftops.

Patrepēs standing,
by deasphalting
ilgosies street sweeper brooms.

And from the nearby tobacco factory
coming out in the suburbs worker -
kurvīšiem, canvas shoes, no socks,
tobacco dust in the lungs,
Sweaty armpits,
sweaty necks and breasts
the exposed
shine and covered with long yellow butter.
Do not say, small - everything missed!
There you are with wheat
\'ll rusty Hall

Feeding pigeons
and listen to long
the gray sparrows, sitting nearest linden,
you Lama for thrush.

Caretaker tomcat, Use kūkumu,
You Ielek lap
grozīsies slowly
And kiss you lips with a tail.

And then all of a sudden you
memories will come
The famous film actor of usin small - Nils Aster.
And you noticing you close your eyes -
and more than not,
because your eyelids will put you in the pocket
yards, gardens, lime with the sparrows, pigeons
and also the cat.

Your breath will begin to hurry.
Your excited nipples
sink your bra yellow silk
and will the pain.

But at that moment,
the cat janitor
You apkampsi hands so tightly
that\'s
iebrēcies shrill, izspruks a lap
and quickly through the barred window
disappear in the basement rooms of stone coal.
***

Fairy Tale
Small, gray, kumeliņā
Riding along the road bed time story.
Quickly, quickly rushing to him,
Hand Paddles gold.
Ride and ride and do not stop
The earth is not the home.
By the end of pleasant dreams,
Jāaizsteidzas her away.
Long, it seems to me, I was away;
Well again, I saw:
Small, gray, kumeliņā
Riding along the road bed time story.
Silvered Bed
Iemauktiņi blue flower;
Leash as pearls wall
Ancient, beloved children\'s day.
Ride and ride and do not stop
The earth is not the home.
***