Entered the palace of loneliness
and all corners of the verified
funny and warm stone muzzle
stringent noglaudījis lions,
I am worthy to sit down the hall at the table
sirdīgi and watching the evening is blue.
This does not serve. Here the castle.

Along the walls of the marble top of sticky plants
that attracts all kinds of insects,
and movement of the butterfly stone in the mouth
is lonely as I am.

I pick up an imaginary cup
and drink half, then discard the dry
and get up to go again.

But the grass is already infinite. To-door
life will not go.