What apbūrusi both rural Tale
Since my childhood, I do not know.
But whether there is a sunset, or morning dew grass,
With the horizon, I burned myself.

maple stars fall to earth, to me,
Falling cranes clamor, still rising and trembling.
Ah, autumn red haired! You - the fire and spite.
Cool flakes falling on the ground, to me. . .

Oh, but we are close - I, heaven and earth!
The Utah skarbdienā surrounded as silk.
Falling stars in your hand, and ugunsstars stīdz,
Welcomes the intimacy of this - I, heaven and earth!

your honesty necessary?
White groves is quite redundant,
Greenfield - A detailed pollen,
Blue mountains - the cake.
Dirty mouth - can be washed,
Hijack honey - bear the pleasure.
Who need your honesty?
Yourself, give yourself - a dream nuts.
And all of us! - How tough oak,
As the lietoņas - the first snow.

How long night,
How slow to go now!
Black wildebeest
So black flowers bloom!

No I do not believe
Not believe this at night,
Not joy,
Not desperate - or!

How come sluggish morning
How Gourde dawn!
Little or ever will be able to
That night the sun to break?

Black wildebeest
How to lose a big snail.
No, the night
The other may not be anymore!

The old truth still,
oh, keeps this day:
what you think - is already sorry
but speak of what is necessary!

I look at the popular language
the mystery of life,
as a towel, rinsed clea

dzidrupe flowing language
so sweet lime leaf;
and feel - whispering little oriole,
there is harmony in nature.

Do you see? Words in the glow and sparkle
and gold stones,
Lightning TVRT the spring,
tench and silver.

And chubby sentence glow in the dark
as a huge granītbluķis -
Well, try atskaldīt
something vienvienīgo Suki!

Name - Thought Museum. Yes and no.
Name - an open battle field.
We nesnaust word blaze of the sun,
the tense string height.

But anger: how to give a club.
Balmutība: palaidies mouth and tit pain.
Insolence: talks that present itself can not stand.
Hypocrisy: smearing honey on my lips.

the fresh lime leaves
Powered thought of gray as refrigerants;
Plant thirst to be clean, young and good,
And shells soul stretches.

Buzzes like fire branches organ Bach -
This thirst daudzmūžos bring. . .
Under the fresh lime leaves flourishing
Gray running through the heart is extinguished.

my apartment and the neighbors left
and right, top and bottom floor is often
mornings at different times of singing roosters. So I
feel.

Call and Alarm Clock! You sound so nice
And out of bed safe hands pull.
White morning thoughts, my white dawn
-Red sky palms, lively, skauj breezes.

Great people of the river has not yet begun,
Gain a white mist blue Baltezers.
In this hour of hearing my heart silently atvilgst
As the morning dew clover cers.

Izgulēsim his grave once we sleep!
Morning hours of receiving a gold heart and path. ---
Since sounding cock, too enthusiastic,
The alarm rings and we brought in the day.

his life, single life
We know less than all the rest,
What we have.

Dog, a garden corner, strawberries,
The office, we know your street
Much, much better.

Their lives, lives alone
Cases, words, numbers do not lose their
However, we want to.

sadly lacking
Fiction.

You, Life, by its very nature
Be boring, too simple and the same.

Negaidītība and
Radītdziņa -

You
My hope for.

I rise
for reconciliation
for reconciliation

Wolf in the forest hunger voice com
take jēradvēseli!
take jēradvēseli!

But the thicket
return lapwing cry!
return lapwing cry!

With its full like a river flood waters
aiztecēšu aizlīgošu aizbrāzīšos
aiztecēšu aizlīgošu aizbrāzīšos

I have to put off winter -
their shame and their pride
their shame and their own pride

But off the ground
I thirst for so long!
Maybe even a thousand years
heart driven to the airport.
To not know my dear mother,
to just suspects his father -
Below me proud mountains,
simrs forest and marshland lily-livered.
As the silvery birds
and two small fishes shine
Of rural flight,
TĀLES and around the middle.
To its start time
there waiting for rockets.
I adhesions to the corner.
And I\'m happy.
While in close pieplakusi,
under the wing of death will be
I fly. I believe.
Pavizināt Do you?

Yes, I want to -
inconceivability life:

an insatiable
thirst for the truth

infinite
path strings;

odd depth
in your eyes;

not turn away, not fear,
look into his soul ---

I need it, I will -
inconceivability life.

I thought -
Garden care
Lucky.

But I did not care and concern
On May dreams intoxication
To remain tukšziedā.

But I did not know strenuousness and gravity
With a fetus
Storage or retrieval.

I think-
Take care of the garden
There is happiness.

Wind relax here, here sasperas again.
As the guardian of the sea and the taiga,
villains ready to drag the ice,
To a hand will, however harsh.

Lake Baikal as seven hundred angry bear.
Lake Baikal kindness calm glow.
His soul seven hundred rapids,
As a man he has some.

You are the most beautiful, deepest, Baikal,
You are the clearest. . . Be a father to me!
You are the oldest. . . Your presence, a
You can not look flabby tiredness.

Everything is sinking violet - Vaivaru flower. . .
And behind the precipice crawling moon horn.
Carefully! - He does not expect pushing,
And - the flowers you crave crazy.

Cauldron of hell. Marble vase, which is placed.
Scientists and fishermen\'s hands. . .
Baikal, the man whose happiness most beautifully
Thrives in tough everyday!

Sun breaking over the mountain ends
Tells the world:
-Each work is a bus,
Himself returns, safely go!