I will shew thee quietly - you go there on the road
you lonely walk between two snow board
I produce as I is drawn from the pool of
snow and water on the hot forehead road
and my face is crying about the only words

how much is the death of a gray winter air
as soon hanged himself is gentle rietumvējš
your clothes and your beautiful eyes
as ash rust in wet snow shedding
and over this fool who sits in a ditch kaugdams

he will rise and scrape off the mud
(He no longer see it at the feet of a stumble)
with ice to scrape off the mud treating
and fat barmaid returned five rubles
and uzpīpēs runāsies and in soups

I will shew thee quietly - are you going to loneliness
with my signature on the soft white skin
with cigarette writes nothingness
Snow writes with a knob of love
written by parting the lips of the skin

I go nibbled apple
deep snow yet Stieg me up

Spring sneezes puņķojas land land land under the skirt look at midget-lands by the land and make a hut under a bench-lands is not my leisure chit if necessary - beyond the huts my corner of the earth\'s land has awakened my corner complaining pimoreiz Preview to the Centre this year, the air behind us, we\'re going home I am holding onto the sleeve very fruitful and I look at the land-naked dancing

Summer

comes the wind hit the windows closed open
tear film closed open
sits strawberry tears
sitting in the flower bulbs are planted
Osier pirksteļiem shows
here

wind leather pea scribble on drying
wind erases traces of water deldē
I saw all the wind


Decision may not pump the wind seam
your camera gratings
I shoveled the sword
Watering Can colonists steep
the AVAM - safeguarding beds

Fall

nets thrown birds
discarded birds and cherries
guy comes with more than three months
to this fragile forest heather

with a single blow hobgoblin Iedzenu
the hole in the ground will be less
for autumn riding weep zirģeli
the old man\'s childhood Cossack

it makes the animal legs
so insidiously and remain healthy shrubs and sighs guy
how blessed it
that sometimes no children
not darkly

Winter

I\'m going nibbled apple
deep snow yet Stieg my feet
and the old elm by the roadside
Plinta into the mast

we meet with EARED
paws warm and ready press
and its autiņbrālībā
behind rožābeles dance CUT

and aspen lowered gunspagali
flask is shining in the moonlight
we are willing to look at the casting
beds placed as sister

and grandchildren remain in the ground
from our atnāciena
we came nibbled apple
scent of the night we are one

Drawing

paint themselves blue with lines
walking along a path beneath a white stone pine
I\'m not in school yet small
stuck Karabas Barabas
did not choose words
cull boars ass bray
the bearded throat erupts
easy trīsuļo blue line
respectfully kid standing under the stone pine

devil sitting in the bushes

klip Folding
what steps alone
what the empty park benches
klip Folding

Why girls
You are not reading novels
straight you already
they are meant

klip Folding
a bean
a simple household negations

hear my whispers and echoes
As a long full hearts beating
klip Folding

dzīvīte dzīvīte
whom you have given me
the family or
by myself
smells and agitation moved in the air
bush sits devil

distant singing
Slowly the mist Sligo house
Above tumstošiem willows viļņoja voice
And in your footsteps taken by frost
Danced bread rolls
To the warm housing thresholds
You had hair mashed Wreath
Of thistles and tansy
But outside all was dark Planes
And the wolf\'s eyes there shone
Raven on your shoulder
Pieglaudies sat in the ear
Flowed and flowed further agitation of voice
Footsteps palēkdamies sheds frost

COAST SPEECH

Shore waves and wind, and
Sea in the heart of a Latvian
Spīvi MEDA and šņākuļo,
devastating impact on my hearing.

The long-standing and salt, and
nose to drain yourself redundant,
Izsaldēju soul and head
the only Latvian joy.

Sea washing and collapses, and
washing again and JuK.
(Other laundry and collapses, and
washing again and JuK. )

For ever and ever, time times
now or never.
Hold on, mouth, bore, buttocks,
Shut up, bad soul!

While the rippling, something
thrilled to be something of a hot -
And still holding, I\'m alive
I have a weight.
And over on you can no longer
seeing no boats, no sailing.
And as I Demosten
blau sea.

quietly lapping waves around the sides of the vessel
twenty girls\' hands, which breaks away
instinctively pats
from his forehead, full of intent moldings,
and mouth full of green mīļvārdiem
like the sea, and just as quiet as the sea
the range.
Comes to mind thoughts of the vessels, they
sink without one vaida
Shrove Tuesday and sea intertwine over the spiral arms,
but I go to my ship,
as quickly as a summer dragonfly,
where strange mountains stand watch on their own,
where people leave smiles

and carefully going over the steep slopes
downhill.
Twenty girls hand dej
VĒJIŅŠ expanded waves
fresh breeze makes darling will never appear before
gloomy marble tab,
but the dead are all beggars, who knew the dance of life

on the verge of death.
With full sails now I\'m going to get there.

Neklepo you aizbiedēsi laundry
What sagājuši the kitchen and cook the potatoes.

Behind the wall nerimstot sounds quiet, quiet voices.
And dishes rattle, and seems to hear a waltz.

Someone plays a mouth organ invisible
And we provide the endless pain.

We have stopped all survive,
But they pretend they do not understand.

And all the sleeping pills drink to hear it too late.
And my wife was peeling potatoes in them.

We live in expectation, and plants, again at night
They meet in the kitchen and the waltz in his stroke,

They are written in a mirror, and her poetry
In the morning, gently caressing our faces.

Seeking Gaudens mornings, when everyone gets up angrily,
After the ground smelling kitchen, the laundry Cyrus.
Kitchen chairs and ask us how we\'re doing.
One dish itself takes and washes.
Where, O man, the soul, they are in our late
And our kitchen and our potatoes.

DEDALS AND IKARS

(And took years and years, even longer,
By pataisa wings. But the boy
Bland in Crete and loved daughter)

They stand in the air and flies next to the
Islands lying at the bottom of the white bones
Oh your crazy flying
But the old are taught not to let the sun

Digested wings in the air around žūžo
And God, looking out of the huge windows
His father tells his son to life
Father son entertained with puerile jokes

Father tells of candle light read Robison
Son has just been translated Apolinēra Area
Father mentions Ikar mother with the words vismīļākajiem
Son seduced bagātnieci
And depth aizpilsētas gate

I love you father, who were so tight down there
Father waving broad wings and lumbering laughs
Because the boy is kept in strict
while the izdīgst mustache
Until the boy turns up forces
and tenderness across the grain kūsā

Son uzšaujas stand in the air and sing
and throws a loop of death
Forget all the wrongs Věže wings
and whistle
By melting the wax dripping on his back
Oh the sheer wide sea you\'re terrible blue

But still try to land on
Wings a little further stays
He was bitten by the teeth and fights
Above the sea

Anticipation of death bedim beautiful eyes and wide
Father flies on fly
and neatskatās

live creature living memory,
Dead memory sleeps,
Dead is dead,
Alive is sleeping with live -

I go and lie down
Next to the memory,
Far away in the rain and flowers.
Sleep, my dear.

or pale lilac
Pušķotu catafalque?

Memory, when we will be old,
Then tell me -

Where in the attic
I left my
Bright lilac
Pušķoto