Frozen SEA

Tale of sea muck -
So wonderfully childish.
Slowly the night darken
White infinity ice cream.

Infinity of childish
Slider moon In the old Ciba
And pleased that we are not
White infinity ice cream.

And this is what your eyes kremta:
We blue infinity doomed
As knife patvaldīgs bright
Who dragged white transient.

open the door ice cellars.
You want eternity - pasildies go to them.

Under the winter sky, under the stars ramified
Hang on to your neck eternity Strike necklace.

And tremble at heart, and clothes shed fear.
Fall away and naked desperation.

Blizzard rises, radiant thistle.
Deep deep beneath the ices winter blast.

Not kopecks drift and accumulate -
Intact, single piece.

Winds over stingušu wilderness skiing.
Deep snow is deep below the explosion was hiding.

Winter Peace, peace is an explosion.
Late hour you see - winter weep forehead.

DECEMBER LANDSCAPE

All pārsālīti Spring:
No one, each clump -
The buildings house the idea idea.
And in the middle of winter.

It just glued Winter masters.
I myself nesazīmēt him.
We were all salipina snow.
No one achieve self.

But go to the one with the soul of an ax.
It may be that a cynic, it may be that lark.
He winter felled and clear chips jumps.
But do we want it - so that each sees itself?

PRIEKŠPAVASARIS

Rain fails, and fails on snow,
Fails and the heat of frost,
Look out - this time a loser
Dry as mite of the hill.

Washing of the hill and the failure of yet secured
At the shoulders of yours,
Just the fact that you uzaustošs way
You hate do not travel.

Do not give him her hand - he encode the
Crisp, squeaky teeth
Do not give him her hand, but the opposite coding!
So that he zveldamies tremble.

MARCH clouds

Salk clouds wall time
Green meadows of palāsēm Jumis.
Vējots priekšdienu atspulgums play with
Couples last ground shudder.

as fuel run your mouth
and shines in every grove
I neatvilkt breath
but dawn and go out

the mouth of the wonders of open
Latvian beneath the sky green

along the tower, along the height of the throne tondevi
Girl swept soul, soul fragile.

And brittleness,
The fragility of the
The petals become
And around the tower
How can I
Shines forth.

Troubadour Song

To this end, flowers rain on your face,
To this end, the rain aizstaigā miss you,
Than that we do not bilaterally.
Bodily dregs without connecting.

Just forgive the hand you a kiss,
Hand, which I have long since not side by side
It gives me that I become a fool,
Become a foolish man like.

blood from you, I unpacked
and now you can go
from the throat I will izskaņoju
but she still sings you

I cut the throat of the parties
with kļavlapu pakritušu
throat but something else gārdz

incurable thy name

the first time this winter
Frozen canal
And that means
That from Kallis -
Noēvelētām and rammed -
Built in ice
Heavenly experts.

There will be students to paslidināties,
Ethics which will be stronger.

On the ice,
What ethical handle,
Iekursim alone
Smudge

And put on night
The silver pot.

Morning when the cockerels
Fence will come,
Who knows - maybe sakusīsim
Together, maybe. . .

Everything was blue, and did not want another.
With the wind whip the dogs beat page.
Beam ran through the heart and nepakrita.
Everything was blue, and the tale as sārtojās
From the latest flesh cathedral was built.
But night came and the love of sweat salt
Of the stars scattered in the sky. . .

The snow must be eaten when the Neva shining black,
This is the blizzard hospitality. . .
Your eyelashes remember the palm of the hand,
What smilgotām eyes slide over.

When the blizzards of the city was built,
Two aizbrienam - blades of grass.
Only silver. Not drops of gold.
Silver iebrien humid evening.

Will have to eat to remember
In order for us to wade back in silver.
Medicines stalks that blizzard passes. . .
Snow salt pārslo memory scars.

MOON TANNING

Moon light tan
Series radiates your skin
jānoriet the sun between us
jānoriet without a single word

all thy nakedness month
give write and devoted
donate sun afar
and you moonlight built in

Once the sun I will get I
maybe I will get rid of
afar off, your face
moonlight
dzelkšņainajā

from your faces, I choose one
And I will see you in the teeth - as Partridge Dog;
When the sun will rise as a false beacon,
You trieksi night against the separation wall.
But one face - as Partridge dog. . .