went last tram,
I carried curled rails
And put it in the sidelines.
And track site
Every night of pine
And foxes dig burrows.

In the morning I have piles of rails
And go to work,
No they do not do in my place
So condemn the harsh gaze,
If the tram instead of
Stop godasardze stand wasps.
I am waiting for the evening,
Once again the rail saritināšu.

I nekāpšu pine
And ore neuzrunāšu wasps.

/ Poem writer Aija Vikmane /

Hard-working heavy to bear,
It is difficult not carry anything
It is difficult to escape from the world,
It is difficult to meet with the
Hard to love, hard not to love,
solitude for two difficult and tricky
It is difficult, difficult for children to nurture herself,
It is difficult to be without children,
It is difficult to make great work,
Hard izšķiesties trivia,
Truth is always hard to say
It is difficult to lie and make believe
Youth age is difficult and tricky
It is difficult in captivity, it is difficult for free,
Iezīsts hardness of the mother\'s breast,
It is difficult, it means - to live

fog watery window

Watery mist window you deny there is not worth it
Only you, I am loved,
How strange juice you dip your lips,
So that it glows red breath.

Boulevard where there are smoking, you met once
And no I do not know a moment\'s peace,
On the corner, where a beggar asking for money for yourself crooked,
My Sami soon as long horses.

Is it day or night wandering the streets alone;
Pull on the leaves of trees, and hope
That one of them will kiss or your view
But they are empty, I beru drains.

Where are you, my friend, whether it glow in the melt,
I retired from the face of the cloud,
Or from you to me as much as the desire to break,
In my harsh and angry poetry.

Watery mist window you deny there is not worth it
Only you, I am loved,
I guess my blood you dip your lips,
That it burns with a red breath.

pride of a father

For both of us dads mom joy
he is like us as a teicamnieks -
with his team he was working on it,
that they are frequently mentioned area.
Purest seed team going to sow,
It wants to breed a new variety.
Rye Briedīši them
As with wheat ears embranchments.
Collective farms and barns to adherence,
when the new processors will go rye. . .
If then it will all
then our dad is a hero!
Yes!
It has already been said district.

Pride of brother

That\'s not all!
I have a brother went to the Volga.
He brings power, -
he machine-ground as water is drawn.
And the machine - even walking.
Here\'s what a brother knows!
And he writes it, -
their station would be the largest,
and challenge it -
give power to great outpouring Moscow.
And the power to -
either would be just millions!