The people judged by his friends.

There are three types of friends: friends who love you, whom you are indifferent, and friends who you hate.

When friendship becomes weaker and cooler, it always gets highlighted more politely.

Friendship - love without wings.

deepest friendship creates viscietsirdīgāko hate.

None of the women become friends, when he can become a favorite.

woman

Woman - you\'re a fragile flower,
love the dizzy swing
pimentos and hot dark waves,
mirdzinājot gold crown on his head.
Woman - you are among the most beautiful flowers -

Your gifts and flower cup honey
and even an angel, who goes to drink it,
deep knee should fall,
pale forehead three times touching the dust,
Woman - you\'re the most beautiful flowers!

Woman - are you this evening,
the bright stars through the fingers bārsta,
who grovel river, forest and hearts
new, hungry, thoughtless -
grovel, weary brilliance and light.

Woman - you\'re a smooth snake,
which tend to scrolling favorite
violet blue pudurīšos,
close hiding divstaklaino tongue.
Only occasionally pazib look within your
sharp, Salta, green-blue eyes,
frosty nodrebinot trembling heart.

Woman, you - a stranger and blāzmains birds
in the hot, soft feather chest
izperina multicolored hearts
Legends of the rainbow and your dreams - dreams. . .

/ Fritz Beard /

Can easily be a woman?
It can not say no
So myself - a woman. . .
She much be able to -
Prepare and organize,
Sew, knit and mend,
Machine drive,
Children command
And vāķīt,
Be her husband
Help, support,
Spouses,
But any effort
Sometimes it takes
This is so she knows

Heroes\' Remembrance Day
Heroes
Remembrance Day
unfamiliar
simple
worker on the street
invited the tavern
Me.
Evening all
and night - until the morning
with daughters
sailors coarse
and the tramps
drank.

Drank
the fallen
Wastelands,
Carpathians,
drank
as being wives,
mothers
and children.

Drank
with bitterness
pain,
sharp as was she votes
drank
and sang a song
about yourself
and lost their lives.

leave the city. . .
Leave the city on Saturday in black,
Leave, where the lonely and unfamiliar area,
Wherever the grass grows soft as palm,
Around a lake niedrains and unfamiliar.

Lie down and look to the room,
Where have the horizon in the town sparkles.
Gummy breathe the air and sky,
While starting to smell your lips i, i heart.

Noaujot legs, the legs to return to
Roots and sand, which tastes and KAIST.
Pain and suffering
Across the clouds over his head and placed.

But the market gate. . .
But the market gate and a heavy heart
A beggar squatting. Rotting and stinky rags.
Squatting on the road. And saddened by the death and adversity,
This palm penny smirk languish.

When passed by a rich, Mr
He is less trouble and more strongly kunkst,
Once a proud lady glides past,
present it to her skirt fall.

Citizens honest Latvian. . .
Citizens, honest Latvian citizens, listen:
do not go into the cinema anymore, do not go into theaters,
where you show only superficially translated the play -
do not go,
better to listen to a strange story about the suburbs won.
Outskirts win. Did you already hear her steps dimdošos
there, the other side of the Daugava bridges at night, when you\'re sleeping?
Outskirts win!
Freedom Avenue
The shining brown granite base
where until recently
rode the bronze Peter the Great,
stand shoulder goat
Clock low below the neck
and eat the leaves of lime trees trimmed boulevards.
The corners of streets,
where the policeman was standing in the past,
Sequin, a new tin bath in milk.
Anyone who wants to,
pitch nodzerties milk for free.

Cows, genuine brown, sweaty cows
the smell of manure.
All cars will jāsabāž garage pocket
Ormanu horses izjūgs the corners
and let go the dogs.
The boys break the thicker glass
with slings.
And then she would come - outskirts.
Rooms will take under his arm.
Panes, we will be on his shoulders.
Slurry us will come along clothes,
brine shall distil upon the earth.
Hair on the head we hang apple orchards.

When midnight prowl. . .
When midnight wander behind the dark windows out
As a wolf, that peace can not find a nest,
Or tavern, or an elegant crowd

When I\'m leaving pink evening
On the outskirts, where long novel I,
I eagerly look brown tree branches
As in the past when there was a boy.

And wonder -
Gently along the edge of the board room glaužas
And just as the cast are smoking cigarette.
Behind the fences smells germinated oats
And expect that they will panicle,
With which to call pink sunset times,
As the sugar melts into a glass blue cloud.

. . .
I do not know, or red in the sunset moments
When the air out of the mist goes white as snow,
As in the past rafters capture dzīšos
Heart and happiness will be the night\'s sleep.

I clearly feel - I\'ve grown older.
Everything became distant, which I used to be expensive.
I too often melancholy sits on the shoulder
And, sitting at the bar, like the weak motive.

. . .
I left the bridge at the edge
And guard with a ticket in hand,
At the bridge I leave the subsidiary,
What warmed himself steamer sends.

I rushed forward like a car.
Wind curls as a slap in my face.
Spulgoja and water under your feet
As the fur seal and varnished boot.

Axis I anxiety grates heart
As asphalt laužamais rod
Since I love you like a street,
As a shelter for the night prowler.