MUSIC Elegy

I am rich,
I can afford
Medosch organ
And yet - some ingenuity -

Pipe stately,
That you can play
Girls
Indiscriminately propitious.

But always,
When the soul glauž glāsainu round,
Wind violin comes
And the Overthrow of me over the muzzle.

eagle comes from hairdressing
and smells of \"Spira\"
He slowly pulled out of pocket
pack \"Sipkas\"
and at first piesmēķē pretimnācēja

there has not yet begun

trams trallinot tale goes
trams colored long

all over

Song
ROMANCE OF BLUE Dragons

Come in front, beautiful ute,
Come in front of a blue flower!
Bust a sweet longing.
Iaşi naigā crocodile

REPORT

First Linden breeding achievements page
are considerable, as
should note at maple and birch;
when it comes to disadvantages, the
mention the stone, which is still in bloom.

Second Cat Training the singing is strong
advanced, and more
quantitative terms, however,
should note at our heroic roof plowing
selfless work at night.

3rd White gold mining has taken in December
giant step forward in terms of overtaking
even those advanced months of May and July.

4th Total Plan is not satisfied wing breeding horses.

ORDER

Due to the fact that TULIPS PUĶU not produce odor,
but those that do not meet the profile of the workshop, it is considered that TULIP does not smell.

daffodils

Narcissus
reflections in the river
and sees his face
plant effluent
oil layer varavīkšņainā
Narcissus says thank god thank god
in my pocket-book
there is the telephone number of nymphs
There is still time to call
There is still time to turn on the radio
still have time to turn off the reading lamp
There is still time
I hope I do not have any front aizsteidzies

beer man drinking beer
the aluminum kiosk
each sip a century
atdzerams

al times long
and the cup so small
and cave man
to the present day to be

EC will take another
otherwise it may
somewhere in the era before šitentās
lodge

Trey has buckets
the empty stands
but times as it nerūk nerūk
EC goes to beer back
because it can already definitively nodzerties

of a written power of the word

When I went to school and I was still new,
his first love letter
in fact - a note
wrote.

Had to write beautiful sentences;
\"I want to be friends with you.\"
But the hand of the obsessed Wolf:
\"I want to be friends with you.\"

And it was also about later,
my hand as it wrote at the beginning.

However, the above fact
can build an entire proof buildings
the written word great power.

The girl, whose eyes paintings jet,
For a sandwich I viennakt return.

What was the sandwich? Do not know to this day.
Maybe someone Ceriņš blue? Distant stars or bite?

What was the sandwich? Where the bread?
Or furnaces of hell? No, a stingy Līkcepure

And miracles do not love us free of charge.
I look in the sky. As there are flying in the clouds. . .

Fall nights ziedainās and rocky ravines.
And everyone is on their sandwiches.

on the wall which separates
Our waking from a dream
hang a mirror
and the
before you spoguļojies

Ephemera came up not knowing which
and said,
But it is a window instead of a mirror

your hair so hard so hard
bright and challenging
your hair is so aggressive
over me nošalc

why the wind so pristine
your hair flying in the world
what spells you poured them
aizlaikos which your soul resides

which the boiler Verd fascination
Dairis and deterrent
when your hair
over me nošalc

your voice, I apmaldīšos -
Warm silos and lakes -
Inadvertently, accidentally, intentionally.
Apmaldīšos obsessed, if God will.

At the ground I iemaldīšos -
Land of the living room where the violins are reaping the benefits.
Inadvertently, accidentally, intentionally.
Clear your heart, clear as a pane.

way back to your hands
way back to your feet
with those words is covered šalcošiem
that we are not talking

silence is the word ebb
nude skin so close and warm
but then returns to
inevitably
tidal sand šalcoši words

. . . Then the green depths of the Kazan
flower emerges with cancer jaw
caught in you and not be released.

Miss the irises Baroque,
through constellation smell whales
flowers followed by bright children everywhere.

Diva flower, or you are

all the scents you picked grass
all their bitter
all the colors you picked Tale
all their darkest

all of the lights you picked the star
all in the coldest
all the flavor you picked bread
all their sūrāko

and now I\'m going with you
where else can I go