on the table in
the same plane as the sill,
ordinary vase
Once penetrated the gloom,
shadow of a bird that flew along the window.

Bird\'s shadow
barren as a rock,
bird\'s shadow
immersed in water, which feeds the flowers
bird\'s shadow
brightened, turned into a bird,
but the window flew
bird\'s shadow.

star, shining key,
a month you can disable
and silver over the threshold crossed,
but do not, no,
I want to
lievenēm sit here on,
the moon lievenēm Baltic dunes.

You are the star that you are, the key to, glow
a brief eternity,
hourglass - the Baltic coast,
across the bay
White Moon shallow.

bird lands
Collapses and wings

to the
becomes one-piece

then
wings to dry waves
body line breaks

Bird splits
and a new fly

people are communicating in the spring
white flower late in your face
but soon she will go on
spārngalus swallows dip in your eyes
involuntarily
as usual in a hurry

but look
soon the time comes
when thou wilt not cease communicating
and in thee and for a year
can get stuck in a bow or flower
and they\'re torturing himself out
desperately so desperately
their despair you feel it your own

RUDA GIRL in the Old Town

feet long with a Gothic
on foot Gothic ores
between the towers of the copper zaļoksnēja
a brutal cobblestones

Old and granddaughter
who lives somewhere near Rundale
along cobbled Velga hummocks
the enchanted lantern Drum
Mushrooms with steam rising bump MuRD
It ran as reflected by Old Auburn

feet long with a Gothic
on foot Gothic ores
in the face of the Spring
and hair from the autumn

feel the day of her chest
It is the tension so clear and pure

thus coming to come at night when the panes
metal star as three ghostly

ai summer summer
Dej your peacocks

thanks for the sparrow nepārzīmēji
with green or orange pencil

thanks for that gray sparrow
offensive

maybe it\'s my disease -
gray necessity?

gray blood - the magnificent rush?
it must be shown clearly show

but there is no scar
to see clearly

she ziemeļpelēkais sparrow
you calm the paint market

violin fish
have you fished the violin,
prior knowledge that the violin will die?
Die,
but in your hands
ding moment not to be appeased.

But, as we know, do not fiddle fish.
Although - it certainly knows it.

not touch the untouchables
White Star Wars neck
just words

they will forgive me

sleep in flower haste Snows

Whereas the current naked wires
neskaramam not touch

at hand does not touch the
not with their lips did not touch

However, the word
my words
star turns dark rays

And you turned into the wind.
Wind, which ērģelēt ērģelēja,
Through the panes and the people ran
Sleep, fever and awake.

How did you suddenly turn into the wind?
Heavy earth you body planted,
Sarūsēja blood veins,
The tongue hits a rock version.

And you, however, turned into the wind.
Wind, which ērģelēt ērģelēja,
Through the panes and the people ran,
Because you only nepiesmēji
What netveram awake. . .

Tale of BRUCE

Mossy forest būcenī
Old man lived with his wound.
The wound was old, not new,
There was good-natured, not evil.
As wound healing. Pīpīt seep.
The old man himself in his living.
Wound as gross as the hook at night.

Until one day an ass noble
To the rider and his riding, godspeed
Pat did not give up, he says:
-Hey, old, you must ensure wound me!
I know you vecveca wound healing,
And it is such I have always lacked.
In his youth žiglajā
I\'m not hurt nothing.
I update my castle against your wound,
I\'m not poor, nor the gift suitor. -

Then the old man thought a long time. . . And does not seek to
You, the listener, think sharper than old.

she Knights where your motto?

My motto here beneath the armor.

she knight but where does your face?

or invisible to the traveler - a shield.

each raindrop, that is,
bud transparent
Snowflake is a white or blue,
and the bud opens, the
generally flowers wither.

Age Le Corbusier moved
of a rational architecture
the emotional.

WALK

Where are you going, where you going,
Illusion of clusters?

-Trail mountain has sought,
And it must be vecim monk. -

Yes, but why me behind you
A run to run, clusters?

Dumb red DZĪPARI winds,
Missed me an illusion.

Up on the hilltop
Where a faint breath of the winds
And where to collect the grapes taste
Soothing flavor saving for -
We must call for a moment.

And by the fire alive
Monk tells me this: - You will feast
In its green valley?
The fact that this mountain climbed,
Forget the pain, forget the thirst
Just a thought in the head hoard.
Look, traveler, nepiekrāpies -
The heart is left downstairs. -
. . . Said that he glomerular
Meta fire wave

Rehn ran air flame.

And as a rhyme to it - the song
Began to drag me back home:
\"Away go, go away,
I can not stay here. . . \"

While the swans are squatting in the green grass,
channel, flying a white page.
While the swans still squatting in the green grass,
grown in the neck
and wings of the page!