only subtly houses,
Faint rippling structures
The subsequent live where there will be,
Rise time of the corners.

Slowly brewing in the souls of houses -
The subsequent Everyday.

Once reported close contacts with the pain
I came to. The end result:
The star fields fog caps
What is not harvested, harvested one.

Then for short contacts with delight
I came to. The end result:
The star fields, why seek,
And if none of its harvested.

Pink egg breasts shine.
What I perināju breasts?
Bitter sky crane in the house -
That\'s what I perināju barn.

Cranes over Tērces irdz.
Hatched from the heart of Riga.

achievement of snow and the city Ate
The same, only the cotton,
Playing snow - fluffy heavenly actor -
Towers, trams, baby carriages.

And among the many silent roles
You have one more figure,
When you go slowly from home
Wading twilight loose. . .

Life, kalponīte,
Rye spark in the eyes,
Where to take the setting weir
Yuri\'s morning?

Life, kalponīte,
Pink Guntiņas back,
More you work work
While the owner will donate the stove.

fate slowly crashes into the ground and covered with grass
mowers come in and out of my own destiny sing
but my destiny lies
be heard deep into the rock he was his distant
the navy and the windows along the way I poppies bloom

FEAR

They fear what you have given Me,
There is only fear for you.

And fear that the chest is beating me,
It is only the fear of others.

Who will tell what is going on with pleasure,
Fear in itself is obsolete.

Becomes all the world over.
But easy it is to save fear.

In fear of the other is the fear of yourself.
Time with us and then twisted back Naevius.

An old star sweeper, an ancient celestial wall street sweeper,
For free white stars in the eyes of slaukošs,
Pleso chest red butterfly wings Rising,
As the flying hours of the morning naktslaika.

But the star littered the air
You do not want to be placed on leave
On the ground shining on the ground to do so.

That was when the wind did not know.
Speak on their autumn leaves infected
And clear snowflake nebilda me a word.
Wind ārdijās, I told him to Ards.

I had in mind the persistent file.
Not bēdzēji moments, but the time, which is stationary
Time stood, instead I went.
Wind carried the moments died, I said, bear!

To me moments of death did not.
Time neskaldijās, neplīsa or twisted.
Through moments of wind noģiedama sense.
But there was no moment in my house.

. . . I now know as the wind itself.
This is known. Nevil
He gave me. Therefore, it is neaplēsts.
Both of us had moments through time to bring you.

Esme WIND

Esme push lungs
Breast parties tear,
I got him survive, survive him.
It Esme wind
It\'s not live the wind
The hardware zābakiesm me all the minds of the mine.

I do not need anything,
I do not need anything
I do everything is shaken, not a penny.
Once you are stingy,
Once you have, destiny, stingy
Esme and the wind once again miss aizšuj.

But in vain to pray
Lyrics to pray for me,
So deafness destiny I neizkliegt a word.
Esme push lungs
Chest torn call
And life in a whisper loud shouts aizdārd roads.

Lyrical HEROES

You can call me at midnight,
Although it is on my nerves.
The three heroes lyric poems live,
And call them not.

He iodine MES
Another series resonates,
And the third snore and pine forest.

And try nenojūgties -
They love each other plūkties.

Soon these three nevaldāmies
Head of hair are playing.

In my soul and body
They are full mouths and drink court.

I am one. What reproach?
But the poetry of people I have three.

My soul is not so spīva,
In order to chase them back to life.

And so we see that poetry is built,
That all three sarūmējas there.

What they all Counts -
It may be that a decade or three. . .

dog blossomed in the evening
bright white flowers
the night rustled dog
as pine

but in the morning
already noziedēja dog
and not in nešalc
all of the great miracle

please teacher
What does this mean
that dog is so quickly noziedēja

and said to the teacher
to this question
I will answer you tomorrow
I still jāpalasa specialized literature

PUTNUREĢIS

putnureģis air opening

neither bird
no

eņģeļbaltas chicken snauž
turkey is something to sleep
do not see the foam fly
ancient history in the sky

sleep well putnureģis
gadusimti ran across

to
the pigeon hit with mother of pearl
directly on the eyelid
putnureģim
and wakes up putnureģis

ran the iron birds in the sky
computational dižbalsīgi

putnureģis nosplaujas and go to the airport
will meet to work on
Mass dispičetu.

Ah, the sweet pain -
Oh sugar, tea,
Oh, why, why
it could not -

At the bitter pain
Lay the sugar present
And life
It is sweetened.

You even were struck by sugar
Atzīsties, monkey!
And just for you
I, the angel targeted.

acquaintance of mine dragon in the meadow among the flowers
live and walk in silver ūzās
acquaintance of mine dragon in spare time
Karl read in-Mug

(But when he gets bored very
the dragon translation T. S. Eliot)
this dragon has met with Karl orris
and delayed memory labuprāt
the glasses of vodka vellata
for a long long they like to talk

But these everyday stuff!
(This place you say to me)
and also the personality of the dragon
undoubtedly
neither bright nor unique

you\'re right
but the liberty to reprove
as well as boring allažībā
is hidden
its humble beauty