Poems

People can walk along a long, entering a
their silence or pārmīdami words
do not say anything. But there comes a danger of the hour.
Then people side by side supporting one another.
They discover that belong to the same community.

Size is a sense of responsibility. [. . ]
Similarly, the thick trees to take to protect
the breadth of its foliage.

Being human means being directly responsible. It means to feel ashamed of misery
that does not seem to depend on us. It means
proud of the victory gained by our members. It
means to realize that, instead of your nolikdami
stone, we are helping to build the world.

tend to glorify the death of contempt. Laugh of contempt of death. If it is not rooted in willingness to accept responsibility, then it is only
the spirit of poverty or youthful disorientation
sign.

I remember the death of the gardener, who I
said, \"You know. . . heaves a shovel, sometimes I
rained sweat. Bone pain made my stiff
legs and chests that I slave labor. Yes, but today I\'d like to dig, dig the ground. Dig but
so nice! Man feels so free when digging
land! And what is now clipped my trees? \"He left the land of copies. Left
even rough planet. Love him tied
with all the world\'s countries and all the world
trees. He was a generous, generous, a great land lord! He was a brave man,
The generation fought against death.

If we feel that the machine corrupts people, then maybe because we lack sufficient exceptions, to discuss our experiences, so the consequences of rapid transformation. Who
machine is a hundred years of history, compared with
two hundred thousand-year human history?
We have just managed to settle the landscape
the coal mines and power plants. We just
begin to settle in the new house, we have not
even ceased to build.

Everything around us has become so fast: people\'s attitudes, working conditions and habits. Even
knowledge of our world is fundamentally shaken. The concepts of separation, absence, distance, return, although the words remain the same, no
signify the same content. In order to receive today-
ing world, we use a language that is generated
yesterday\'s world. And the passage of time life
seems to be more consistent with our nature perhaps only because it is more in line with our language.

Each new progress casts us a little Top Outside the range of zero Acquired Habits,
And we are truly Immigrants Who Have not yet
Established Their own country.

Courage, above all, justice is a consequence.
It seems that all human rūpaliskās effort, all the calculations, drawings, all night long vigil in the end result only in a transparent plate with ease, as if there should be
several generations of experience to gradually remove a column, the hull or airplane fuselage shape, until they obtain breast
or shoulder line primeval clarity. It seems that
engineers, draughtswoman, planners say the work is
smooth, smooth shape, making it easier to separate nodes to balance the wing, to
it disappears by itself and no longer attached to the torso at the aircraft wing, but fully mature, from its shell at last released form, something like uznirušam suddenly, mysteriously united set of
which is a poem.

What do we know? Only the existence of
unexplored conditions make fruitful our
growth.

me wrong understand where to put that would lead the people to admire the first place. Most admire is the soil in which they are created.

I looked at her mother, an old farmer, with a calm face and harsh to her tightly pursed lips, the face that had turned into
stone mask. And at that I knew the son of features. After the masks were cast on their faces.
This increase was useful in order to cast in their upright, these beautiful men\'s samples. Now it lay, broken - the shell from which removed
fetus. And while the sons and daughters of their own
injury will result in small cilvēkbērnus. In these homes
people died. Mother dead, long live the mother!

whole life to survive. - Smile, be happy, otherwise later, looking back, all you will see is a single nightmare.

Painful is looking for and if found, but even more painful is, if it finds and loses.

Turns me in your heart and the key thrown into the sea!