than on the survival
than to know it
the grasshopper and the fern
I\'m gifted



the grasshopper and the fern
with a great eye for a moment

and I go from summer

a one-way street
***

En Passant. . .
I had no leisure.
I myself thought the world.
And touched the world
Just the same,
By the way.

But the world became an original bilingual and monstrous.

And only
When it iecirtās in my throat
I noticed
How it is valuable.
And how my eye is blind.

And, when I was passing by clutch mina
And when I izplezdams hand, fell,
I realized:
World neatriebj.
Only for himself recalls
By the way.
***

gastritis Elegy
They do not even pain.
It is sad.
In my master\'s money kitty
Softly and plaintively.
Day crying night crying
And scratches.

Especially in the fall
Wet and tedious,
Especially in people,
Wet and tedious,
I must have self-
And additionally
Upset and offended
Kitten.

I have to put up with the world
But zvērēns not.

If they have pain!
But it is sad.

***

I will I will put my strength
their sleep and insomnia give
so you only see a window
month nesāpošu

so you just feel that in you
tenderness as a river, smoked
to apaugtu green branches
they care what nenorūpēs

I tell you I will put your mind
and warp it in your mind
only to awaken in your throat
Song of hibernation

I tell you I will put myself all the
and nothing neprasīšu
I do not need
live on
of your sorrow and joy

***

long winter sluggish pace
Woodpecker, my number of steps
small Dzenis busy Dzenis
strikes a black abyss
I kept my day colors
I held her apglabāšu
just stay out redundant
izsāpēts and served in the pleasure



***

poem about a very old topic
Each have a job for do.
And therefore there is no secret -
For this purpose, winged horses
Pegasus gives us.

As they say, a lot of water aiztecējis
Since ancient Greek myth.
Which only works had not been
And what will not be made yet!

As usual in life,
One is working with a smart mind,
Second, it can not be proud,
But the third such speech and wide.

Some pen-roasting,
Glauda Pegasus feathers and pray.
\"Brute beast remains,\" says the other has
And now it plows mile,

And wise men, which first of all -
His or piefermas field.
But Pegasus has wings,
And they are a bit distracting.

Pegasus, however, as they are strange!
You can kick it with the pole -
He still will not go over furrows,
But rather the will and die.

Indeed, if the good think about
With them is a slight problem with the net,
While the wings are given,
However, no angels Pegasus.

But look - Age pārgrozībās:
Is there a star in the sky were burning?
Whether it was the Vega, which was burning?
No, only Pegasus.
Pegasus

Lighters sparks steel horseshoe,
Against his chest against the panes sparks.
And the world looks and listens
Travelling star švirkstienus.

And then subside again, horseshoes,
And said top hanging in their faces:
\"Sita horse is sold,
He is only rented. \"

A very expensive fee.
In addition - in this mad race
You can get the World
You can run it in the wind.

Puszirgs and half-angel
And yet neither the one nor the other -
Between Heaven and Earth
living in -
Noturies!
Noturies!
Noturies!
***

Daugava
Through their message came to Riga -
Daugava, Daugavins -


that brother leaning his head on the Struggle
the Daugava, Daugavins.


And coincided stars, tears, scales -
all of the Daugava, Daugaviņa.


Is not the whole lot in one of her -
Daugava, Daugaviņa?
***

Daugava
Through their message came to Riga -
Daugava, Daugavins -


that brother leaning his head on the Struggle
the Daugava, Daugavins.


And coincided stars, tears, scales -
all of the Daugava, Daugaviņa.


Is not the whole lot in one of her -
Daugava, Daugaviņa?
***

Valodina
As the sand around the arm
waves of the sea washed
around its homeland
lapping mother tongue.


Are rising as the morning mist
words of the night shaking.
Strong words in the morning
trained for each mother.


They were experiencing a hot day,
falls on a clear race.
Rau, the word you fell into the pocket.
Hey, you asked for a word to eat.


Old pupil finches,
magpies new message
all collected in the river
language, conversation.


The word is a whole field,
as white as snow they seemed.
But you see exactly how many hands
fell into a snowball.


If someone causing harm,
woe to woe stock,
mother tongue again
is your žēlotāja.


As the sand around the arm
waves of the sea washed
around its homeland
lapping mother tongue.
***

sun laburītu
The sun is the earth
Today in the morning walk.
Slow down to a handful of cut.

Debts of a cheek,


debts the other cheek,
laburītu she says.
Sun and the need

had long mist Tita.


So she ran down the street,
so she climbs a tree.
You\'re already so big -
everything is not to catch them by hand.
***

walking Eternity
Flying mighty sea ships
Clouds of flying airplanes.
We swim, fly. . . Then
Coming up out of these things.

Bog pools and pedestrians,
Iejūkam human herd.
Abdominal concerns, a cloth in caring
Life can not miss slime.

And then suddenly look at -
Also, one walking!
Go out and to himself
Converse with eternity.

\"Fool, or odd,\"
With the epithets we generously.
\"How funny - go and talk
With yourself. \"
***

Ballad of fish and people with disabilities
A disabled person shall not carry the Order,
But the heavy wooden leg.
Every evening descends to the river
After working a bit seedy,

Disabling hut, grab oars
And the night before the river disappears.
What he caught there,
But just a few things.

But - that of peace -
Occasionally a motor boat or barge.
But - what about the silence -
Weed and the smell of a summer evening.

Fish were also happy
Expansion of the water -
Worms and insects in sufficient
And what more we need it?

The extent of need? - Space huge:
Wherever you want, there\'s walking.
We\'ve all been happy.
Up to a certain time.

Fish had to propeller.
Consequently, the ship\'s propeller heavy.
And now wet sand lying -
Sa-accused, sa-dragāta.

Comes in disabled oars over his shoulder
And slender Robinson.
Fish dry ends off
Slāpdama gills and wide.

Terrible is when die
And no way forward,
When only the freedom to
Thirty centimeters.

Disability take paddles,
Now the fish in the river bidi -
People, remember the
And remember this moment!

Remember their holidays,
In their everyday details:
You may find something like -

The unfortunate unfortunate hit.

Sit, as if to do the job.
How powerful are looking to score.
Sit, and - no sound.
Fish do not shout.
***

You were naked in the wind and wrap the tree,
I - leafy bindweed flowers with blue calls
At the scarred trunk of fine strings plok.
Either your full of flowers in my branches.

Well drones around you again bee swarm
And the birds nest in green leafy shade.
You stand very fruitful over the river put Dzelme;
And long wave spoguļojies Rehn.

You feel that you ssalapojis same
You want to get out of my string clamps. . .
Convolvulus trembling in pain, and a blue eye flower
Tears poured into thy hand over the page.

But even closer to the rough trunk plok,
Another blue flower softly ringing call:
I can not go from thee, dry wood,
For naked you do not stay without my arches page!

***

Wolf looks at the forest, so as they are fed,
And keep your back stiff savages.
To warm the hut to the chain length,
He do not start thanks that left alive.

Wolf looks at the forest by going to sell
On a piece of bread and meat cīpslotas.
He does not listen owner glaudīgos words.
But maybe that does not hear? In the chain of loud.

One dog owners listen through the chink,
One dog lick it off site invade the privacy of your hand.
And do not come with a bowl - the Forest wolf dawned,
And nesniedzies paglāstīt - can bite off your fingers.

If you unleash the wolf from the circuit you are afraid,
Then killed. Only dogs with enslaved sarod.
As the dog becomes the owner of Sil skaidiens.
Wolf looks at the forest in order to nourish him.
***

song dūdieviņam
Dūdieviņ, dūdieviņ, water bagpiper,
Sadūdo case!
Gulgaina silver haze floats
Dūmaļo west.
Šalcošām splash pārskalo beach,
Pārsijā dunes
Pāržūžo dūksnāju - Doni lies below the flower
My black pain.
Dūdieviņ, dūdieviņ, gives the brightness down
Evening grief.
For all my bitterness dūkodams aizšūpo
Spārngalu Vedas.
As your reflection pārplaiksna waters
Vilnājā disappearance,
Bagpiper gray, my Plover - dūdieviņ,
Hardness were gone!

***