aphorism is like a nut - nice on the outside, but the middle three-quarters empty.

Sayings words are usually expressed by unusual people.

neapstrīdamāks, the greater the danger that it will become commonplace over-frequent use.

aphorism contains a semi-truth, and it has an unusually high percentage.

Maxims like lawyers who inevitably sees only one side of things.

Save time - Read aphorisms.

is a writer who is able to accommodate twenty pages of what I sometimes requires around two lines.

aphorism is thought to Overthrow pirouette.

aphorism is the thought expressed by a foreign author.

Zoo

Here\'s a Pony
Wire Harness
working
day morning
and Human kneeling attacks
askSam kapeiciņu Monkey

But it is now

all green
and sticky buds

but there was a time for everything, and had greener lipīgāks
I was a little

Still green
and the warmth of a gentle run through the spine
Struck hand strikes to the wall

But it is now

and still be green
and will destroy the earth a turn off
Revive the deceased and beasts
Which was once a little When I was a
how long\'ll Such draw with small feet
and nostrils quivering and Hump
and plezniņām and beak

where no one has gone before
where you live do not have the word

there walking around the tiny Klavs
kick rocks and sky

living there all that I will be
and all I neatgūšu

where no one has gone before

from there dreams come
children come from there

where no one has gone before
where no one ever will not

my fate ripen in me
like a spider\'s thread

I said goodbye to the old boy
of light and Eared times

sucked the lime leaves
Salaca and swimming

they were great times
and soft as the memory

you did not know how subtle
everything hangs on a thread

Summer has ceased
the boy said good-bye

grass with a sharp cut fingers
glow dimmed lights shining in our destiny
I kept the room but life pulled

šņirkstot

everything was broken
and began to live in all

how solemnly the carousel turns
War and ears the words of love in Ireland
I design the chips all out having fun
I live in the gray and other life forces
incubus even once had a lucky boy

even incubus even old drunkards
and his wife had a dull butterfly
go slīcināties childhood
go to the new date kārties
but man lives alone and lived

the memories of the green white ash
comes in his childhood the Crested Bird
to fly the devils will not ever
with wings rip

I thoughtfully along the river flood
stroked waterlily
and I surrendered myself to slow vortices
me all kinds amended

I ran across a snag
and embraced bathing sand
I flew across the swifts
and rocked pedestrian bridges

as the pedestrian bridges at night
when they do not go through any
sad swinging their
and even smelled hay meadows
brand has become a river
I felt lonely and good
I thought of the sea gremdējos
which may also be faced for

no rush over the rocks I want to
and washed white sorrow
because the water can not leave footprints
and forever want to rush wherever

but neizmukt iegulsies death
my eyes and greasy snag
and find kājeles bare
Salaca my site

22 years

You tekalē
Dust
Flows through pirksteļiem
Terribly excited
Here you tekalē
the beacon
his bad days
fibber
tekulis here
Here you tekalē

CAN YOU TAKE NOTE

In the distance, there
drag on the snow path,
is seated dream.

Let\'s go in the snow
slowly and solemnly
gurkstēs ours
steps.

But the big dream anyway
whether we come or not.
On whether we
their covetousness or not.

Sitting like a girl. Long
and zīžainie hair
on the broad shoulders of a dream.
Vīpsnā the sea.

After grūtgrūtā path through the snow
we klupsim. As a top
you turn, šķaidīdams carnations,
and kauksi as a locomotive
which cars shall not be granted anymore.