Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters born in the same life longing for itself. They come through you but not from you,
And, even though they are with you, but you do not own.
You can give them your love but not your thoughts.
Because they have their own thoughts.
You can give shelter to the flesh, but not their souls,
Because the soul lives in tomorrow\'s home, where you can not enter, not even in their dreams.
You may strive to be like them, but do not try to make them similar to itself.
Because life does not go back, nor so late yesterday.
You are šaujambloki from which your children as living arrows are transmitted to the front.
Sagittarius sees the Almighty aim to infinity trails,
and He will put you all out for his arrows fly fast and far.
To your Bending of the Sagittarius arm you joy;
Because, as He loves the arrow that flies forward
He also loves the gun range, which remains on the site.

SUBSIDIARIES

My bright child, my chestnut candle,
I would like to see you happy!

I\'d like you even more to protect and guard,
I have each of your petal expensive.

To nenorauj wind, frost respect to,
The sun slowly viedīgi scalded,

To open the bud of the bud were lively
Rehn and happy swinging in the air,

But the horizon secret storm deer. . .
Can suddenly fall into the black whirlwind of flowers.

My bright child, my chestnut candle -
My happiness is happy to see you!

Song free ringtone

Us may get the air bag
ikaruss summer,
plandot over the green seats
yellow curtains.

Leave without any stops
Summer Express.
Līgouguns of kindling,
red maple viz.

Home made baby is born -
in his own home.
Summer says - and that\'s all.
Fall refers to - no,

we will go on foot
there until the mists, mac,
boy to the land and maizesslims,
consecrated ground, grow up.

Summer says - and that\'s all.
Fall refers to - no,
Another boy was born -
palicējs Zemgale.

The mother child to his mother:
There is no greater happiness! There is no other feeling,
Which is higher than the maternal care,
Which is stronger than the mother would be feeling.

me māmuliņa,
White plaid;
When uzaugšu great daughter,
Then Puriņš darināšu.

Rejoice, māmulīte,
Now you have the joys of arrival:
Stable white avitiņas,
Audējiņa bed sags.

Sewing, mommy, I shirt
Nine vīlītēm;
Ninth vīlītē
Make me wise padomiņu.

Hang on, mother, a cradle,
Hang on to the window in the room:
Grew to burner
Book for the reader.

Do not make me māmulīte,
Flower without the cradle;
Put the bread, put the money,
Make wise padomiņu.

My white māmulīte
I was brought up in white:
Put on a white shirt,
Place the cradle of gold.

My dear māmuliņa
Kindly took care of me:
Tina linen sheets,
Liepa Kara cradle.

EVENING

I went to the door.
You can congratulate me -
I\'m joined at the door.
Already handle holds true to my hand.
I went to the door and looking around,
or all.
Are there my wife\'s honor
or a child\'s laughter,
that tomorrow will be needed again laughing,
fireplace or charcoal is awake,
or poltergeist in their seats.
I went to the door and looking around,
or all.
Or yeast are measured out,
AUSEKLITIS at the sky,
or tēvutēvu memorial
or clear the mind
and that is love pārnākusi home.
I went to the door -
or all,
or all night.
Yes, all night.
It is all in the evening.
I get the door.

grandest LAND most beautiful country - a child - now my My grandson live there childhood land of willow flies his diapers. And he looks at me with eyes so strangely reasonable - He has come through for me on the meadow, where the strawberry runners. . . And I meet him with the other - for themselves and are willing to foreign families, their happy way to further hundred years.

how slow it takes days, when you\'re very small - they are imbued with miracles. Dear Mother, Dad! Go slower for me. See with my eyes. Discover anew all that you have forgotten - all the small miracles: flowers and puddle, shells and feathers, pebbles, rainbow page.
It\'s my gift to you.