Leave footprints in adolescent sun
Remain. It just sink aizparīt.
Leave a meadow. Again, a straw
Trickled in bitter wormwood.

I do not know your relatives posts
Who now formed, which will be either.
I can not guess who the last one.
I know who was the first on the land becomes.

Pals put on the monument at night.
\'ll Put flowers. Step back.

Ugis again for all of us through
To mush, mush on your hands go.

park paths devours me,
Wind, Fire wolf Zēģele.
Pain. I want to play.
Play the organ flame.

fresh red hair ribbon. . .
Blood, all of which you will not bring about,
Blood of all you do not give,
Blood, except you do not. . .

sun turns.
Eleven winter without summers.
It remains to overgrow.
Mood to shut up.
From - from tears,
Finally, with splashes of red hair.
Maybe on the sleeve?

Now I do.

ZALVES

Not pūsmiņas. Reflected in the river and tree,
dragonfly but put off the line, followed by
You will become unbearable silence. Only lip
will move. You try to understand

with a well nejūties this tranquil evening;
over his eyes nevaldīsi, codes
hay cock, got a groan
from the river. Than you will not have hands.

DEATH is on the way to you

Death is on its way to you
death is released
and on the way to you

Since you were born
spring is trying to justify
Death is on its way to you

I stand in my dreams
with a glowing sword
death means to you

a scene

on ice bare thighs
ride two fatigue
one locīdamies howl
and the second feed dog

frost and cold clutches
Brake and around three
all trees are frost
and the sun in the sky

gets up and comes back and
First Fatigue
and the second in his footsteps
and behind them the dog

December concert lacrimal gland

Court will not, you\'re still en route,
I stand in line at the cash register,
nozilējušu tongue
Chicken uzpīpēt ask

Izmuldēts will quickly \"Concorde\"
boating you from Hong Kong.
All still lying in the manger, earns some burn pink.
West Slap the ball Malta random gates.

We enthusiastically beating the drum,
sound of it autotaures and whistles.
Concerts will take place in Riga and Liepaja,
Alsunga, Talsi and Zilupe.

Dawn pale and dead face.
Of the latter, pubs throw out,
a little bit of poison is pipetted
my drinking bowl.

Poison is a bit of morning newspapers,
streets is not light.
Noraudājušies trees standing
monstrous and placed in cold

mirrors the grand hall,
where people sarkst and Bale.
But calm I can go to school,
bitten by the teeth and silently scream.

Gloomy mist and twilight
ears sounds sad Let It Be,
I whisper, I\'m pretty SMAC.
Give me John Lennon\'s eyes.

FALL, FALL

Again, find a sunny sky
Again, they lost
Hair on my paper
Struggling with strong winds
And bent
Go softly softly
Tired and desperate

Says rain from the sky I nelīstu silly name it

I lejos
I am giving up his head and I hear: I laugh
Rain and wind and mud to the knees
There is on my desk

And my god there is one abstract that the whole world there is

I have some mud brienami with you

Ievedīsim Pan to multiply in the Latvian forests
Curtain falls sky grow dark
Pan live in the Latvian forests

with a refreshing joy
I will come to you
with a touch of rope
when your land nelīst

the tree branches are dry
As the sun sleeping sun
and atmospheric crackle
panicle at your hearing

you to turn on your radio
and hearing the rain
and both have also with you
the wind will carry me

I Lisu I bungošu pages
and ran over sharp trunks
small thimbleful moisture
embedded museum trunks

will never be the death
they bellow and warts land
it gallops along your window
Emi

Apvīlē nails to neķeras her stockinged feet
When evening comes on top and she sits in front of you,
Listening, and good that she smokes,
When it closes the eyes and lazily eating the apple.

Stand up, remove the fetus from her hands,
To your hand soothing the claw becomes
To make more irons between your fingers bends
To leaned steel hooks, crane chains to lack.

Conveyor and quietly along the closed eyes going to slide,
As her skin is mild but you obstinacy bodies pressed together.

what if I ask
where would you let go
just fly Sapnisi
congregate in one place

very small bass
red from the cold and stiff
a little bit more caring you
completely different life

Dive, hear Solus

Dolphin floating island
long and warm sea
swim and dive, and playing
swim and dive and die

ai our warm depths
Flashing yellow lights housing
lights across the bay
ecstasy shines above his head

I am close to thee income
delfīniņ Floating Island
swim and dive, and playing
swim and dive and die

stops and waves
Letters beach pebbles
part of me with you Go
Dive hear steps

poppet, came into my cell,
you\'ll see why I\'m so different -
the eternal fatigue and fear
a warm blanket and a few books.

- I am in you as a climber descended into hell.
Beauty, why do you face gray
sabeigtas hands and lap?
This still is not more real sorrow leu,
occasionally there any word poetry.

- Powered pain in the Swedish king on skis.