Memory - like life.
Just one.

Helps Memory:
To infinity pull it into my long road
To destruction!

Everything has already been memory -
What can I do, you tell me.

Is the house from the river and wood
(Where my soul men
Neatrodamajās home to their rooms,
Endless corridors of the blood vessels)
Is the world a small

Behind it breathes quietly. . .
Do not be afraid? Your Memory
Asleep.
One Step.
Not Closer.
Not away.

And you atskaties on your memory -
Like to see a child:

Between two breaths wrong child
And Spotting Crooked Roots
What grow from white Eternity
Also, on my end.

(One Step.
Not Closer.
Not away. )

And you realized yourself as a child:
At the moment That you are strong. Else is deception.

asleep RAM

Neaizmirstules flower
And earthworms, which remembers the case. . .
Do earthworms mind?
It asks me.

For a blood flower
And earthworms with nepārālietu,
They will live
My own mind, its own integrity,
My memory.

Neaizmirstules flower
And earthworms, which remembers the case,
Sleeping in my memory.

Living creatures
With my memory.

Memory alive.

clouds go
never nenolīt
disturb you,
Zemenītes


but touch wood
(Soul dwells in the tree)
Tears of the resin
and you, Zemenītes

hair in a flash
meteorite falls
swinging above you,
Zemenītes

be still alive to put a candle
eyes laced
there is death there is death,
Zemenītes

go over the area piedrazotu
namely either as avoiding the
of debris spotted and sharp
behind the pile engine jump
the law which came into force

As you walk in your house
by landfill
with eyes eagerly searching
their palaistuvi

behind the pile engine jump
the law which came into force

YOU STILL WATCH

All, in all
pārbirzis dust powder.

Some memory stumble
go to a place of punishment
in the forest, the morning
is affected.

And the rain still drips
of sadness,
and feel the mist
lament
professional and heart rending.

Everything, everything about it -
that it will -
I loaded,
do you still watch.

poem about CARAWAY

Maybe the beer will flow a river,
perhaps the scent of cumin,
maybe I\'ll finally finish
the story of two families.

Lived two families,
who ate only cumin.
Forced to the wall both families,
the place still smells like cumin.

Come, I will shew thee a story,
that with those things ķimerē.
Maybe the beer will flow a river,
perhaps the scent of caraway.

more years -

Go, man, go
on the road between the breasts,
the dirty panes
Read by dej,
Go, man, go!

Years beyond -

Go, man, go
on the road between the breasts
suddenly turned left
chambers of the beating,
Feel salinity last
gurstošajos some comforting her.
The dirty panes
Read by dej,
Go, man, sure, go, man, go.

Years beyond

EXOTIC ISLAND

Aizpeldēsim the island
and izdzersim there own beer!


I can see the flashing of the world,
fata morgana, sand island.

There is a water mirror of infinite
clear, smooth and innocent.

Bluish fish down a Saudi,
they walk everywhere, but neapmaldās.

On the island I want to see the crab,
What guage to the ground as we both.

Grab
crab:

both
well!

Both
well!

Grab
crab.

pterodactyl

Burning ball of nasty mosquitoes
laidelējās afloat.
Bearded and thin walking god
atkaudamies from burning bullets.

Rays of the sun as the source, and the branches
Kosmos tore to pieces,
systems were fragments of a bite.
God wished them a little dress,

because our father was born in former Ocean
(Smell of sauerkraut sounds).
Stars aizspieda nostrils,
slammed the sphere shutter.

Pierijies lamprey -
toothed and slender, gray or blue -
from the depths Popups pterodactyl. . .

This testimony far from aizsen

Poems of maize

your eyes so green
as corn
your hands so small
as corn
less rigid forms
As Karl Cruise
around your house
growing corn
are you going to the well
with a cup of green
the cup is written
\"Corn\"

You\'re a brigadier sārtvaidze
I kolkhoz tractor driver stately
The evening breeze caress us forehead
We go where the hearts are called

FLIGHT WITH TREE

I climbed a tree, I look Tale,
I saw a Tale of the day Bale
And becomes entangled in the thick grass to gaze

And I wanted to be faster down from tree
Round the trunk stuck rock -
I tore the skin was so contagious

Tears thick, which descended from the tree.
Wood bellowed torment, wood iestenējās
(For both of us laughed Chafer

trembled, and the heavens mighty laughter)
and it seemed that the tree to shake off my aim.
But knits, we stick together closely

As a cowboy with a horse: I grew spurs
At basajām feet and wings atvēzās
mighty Vedas
And we are sky high bombing -
Away from their loved ones.
- Thank you, son, for a further grief. -
I saw the mother sitting in skvēriņā.

Pub

there Lasso through the window and down the slide
entangles and wrinkled face

There\'s the old man\'s drink absinthe īdēdama
Table Below the Elbows and laughing

THEN halloo break the pub
and black stockings hit the window
Give me a stack centuries ārdētu
corner of the northerners battle with Toulouse-Lautrec

AWAKENING

the mirror landing nets
intoxication one man lying in gutters

and the mirror comes to life
wet from where nogūlies

and atspulgojot sky
flying carp away from this land

the man asked pretty face picked up
what happened happened

Ripieno

for thy words are Zarda
will be fine well what grates
no you do not hold then climb climb
but you stronger than death hurt
thank you and look will conclude