Astronomy
I have a hostile
I do not want the sky
See mars

SUMMER MORNING LIGHT Ballad

the streets are empty and green
because this is a summer morning
legs and two bayonets
drill down and shake

step by step
This hot dance
but the blood does not flow
not flowing tears
as water gutters
flows
tonight is rained tonight is rained
Asphalt is a pure
long and black thoughts think
husband-reaching

step by step
This hot dance
but the blood does not flow
not flowing tears
as water gutters
flows

the man still warm ashes
stored in the bosom of
nothing will stick to his
boot soles

step by step
This hot dance
but the blood does not flow
not flowing tears
gutters as the water flows
every summer morning
this man to roam the streets
forgive him all
mājojat in the sky

step by step
This hot dance
but the blood does not flow
not flowing tears
gutters as the water flows

To keep the grim procession -
Behind the man\'s a man over a high bridge to go
So their breath - my country\'s air
And heavy fists - heaven and hell.
In order not to grim procession,
I flew in wood: two hours
From my Viteri and Trellis air
The axle was spelled,
the death of the husband. . .
And the procession justified gloom.

and want to be ABLE
Just think of the war.
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iesvaidi yourself
the wet grass by the river of the road
an apprentice
this soporific evening

for every glimmering streams Way
large stream of the river
Have you seen and understood the top
The Chair Remains
darker and sārtojas
And all the heavens and the only
is your crime
and Blood clotes in color

do not shake your hand
nenotrauc Racial non-marking
Which is so Easily absorbed into the
Trainee kaskotās heads
iesvaidi yourself
Disciple of the river
Disciple of the reed
the furthest into the river grow
and on the
will trace

Blood from Thy Foot Injury

Before the machine will begin to hack
The Opposite Shore
there you have a swim or the Lisu
iesvaidi himself a Disciple of the water
Trick Blood Cells

ABANDONED BRIDGE

only smoke smoke
only gravel and sand
klepojoši shrubs
and one morning left

detour routes met
Bridge meet anyone
sometimes passes late
and it also seems

be silent to me,
Cooking the ash mess.

It will be calm
With oglītēm bottom.

If there is wind,
Oglītes iekvēlosies

And dispersed in all directions.

And we can
Die at the same time

As we have promised.

with a white dove on the finger
you\'re in deep meadow
and start neklausīgo birds
from raspodiņa drink

and the temptation to go up
leads to sink in sorrow and doubt
far as the girl you love
and parents were on god

as despised your stomīšanos
over the meadow falls backwater
and peace
bays pilots come back to your bird
the crop beak beer cheese

Ojārs a German

and suddenly it seems to me
do not burn
I heard a rooster logs

my heart and the universe at the same time hurts
but people should not hurt it

light-years with
the speed of light
my hand goes to the beloved
and she loved to come
I have eyes
closed off with strawberries

my heart and the universe at the same time hurts
but people should not hurt it

I play the piano
I played the piano
light melody of humanity to go
and when she comes to the human
I have eyes
closed off with strawberries

I stand wavy meadow
Zen shoots and leaves
Winds pieglauž and maintain grassland
each stem is flame
and I can no longer burn
but I can feel pain
and hurt me.
Universe, the heart and the same.

I always pilēšu wormwood,
There is no one that never allow it.
I always authorities maintain sagebrush,
To all at once mow.

Because we are one room
Forever cemetery and roadsides

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.