I can offer you
as a clean and bald Nothing
dew tiles meadows
empty and solemn columns
aptrūkst you pat!
and in response to the quiet
dripped from pienenēm
beautiful and strange poetry

shall distil upon any
who lived under the sun
the dumb shall distil upon the deaf
for all the fallen \'
they are as grass
is izziedējuši bones
by your heels Basie
rain as a blessing and concern

I wish I lapse into silence during
while others would not be a burden
sure as the wind marguerite
standing in my bare meadow Nothing
and through the grass as the waves
the souls of all the coast
stubbornly seamlessly
rowing is rowing

I\'ve got a box with various heart

I\'ve got a box with various heart
the pastern pink
and Eve had but I was still at the window
watched the branches that bowed to the wind
and waves that ran through the grass mudīgi
Watch tikšķēja stove and also
dust nose curls

Wait a lunacy
surely no one was happier than
of items like that

through panes
through the chest
came the cry of light
dear boy little boy
that is wrong with you

smoke fist
air into
tram did not move anymore
dear boy little boy
that is wrong with you

aircraft nokaroties
shamefaced coughed god
(Which did not) and laughed
Rainbow
I am guilty
I am a sinful
I am a big

head is tilted off the pine,
Flower falls dawn glow warm
Nošalc breeze: - Relaxed to shower,
To give you a slight Father ground sand

... Sadly head tilted quiet pine,
Falls flower sunset glow a warm,
Nošalc breeze: - Relaxed to shower,
To give you a light sandy land Father

Life -
Nerimu key daudzskanis written,
By having died scanned
and there\'s all.

nature ... a simple and stubborn Law -
Years pass, the sun and the sky itself.
Years pass, and grandfathers go very ...

sand are
one only, by Soul
and only able to light the idea
the fatality even in spite of.

We are retiring leave,
engage long green grass,
One stone, another cross, a star
and what neatskārstai tales.

... and live in the beam of light to break sharp and cruel naked - but the truth is.

Time passed by ice cold race
three hundred or three hours.
When modāmies, already the mother went
gatve by ash in the sky.

of the song I\'ve checked out,
I have to stay on the track,
burn me once
song once and throw -

the song, which is my land
These people and these houses,
once you take me
either back bend.

closer to the cloud, smoke in the top of the breath,
pipes in the wings heaves Dome.
You were closer to me for a hug, dear,
but now I must go through rožukrūmu away.
Rosary runs through your fingers
something else to capture. But the cloud has already sown
against necaursitamu, to bronze, paving,
and thrive in your hands thorny wind.
Wind enticing flourishes as mimosa, the plan
and transparent artist\'s face. Vol
black cloud. I look back and see -
wind you slowly pour into the garden in a vase.

you go ...

It - your book on the table.
Well the wind as there is right there.
And unfolds yet further, the same bitter bitter people.

Sifted ashes soul
ash gray day -
furnace mouth has gone out,
nelēkā spark.

No winter shall not be stored
as our beloved die:
often covered with blizzard
and becomes the father land.

And it was snowing solemn commemoration.
And though no one will die.
Apsegsies as a blizzard
And will become the homeland.