over meadows dzisa morning. . .
(And blind the light of day,
Which shows the clear
some blind itself
around the roof touched. . . )
One morning has Died, and
Plena dream processions,
all day smelling
as a flower of hell runs,
by suppressing the sun
Fried window
and dried in a hollow
thick flavor. . .
Is happy to be spread in the white
s white dream kopecks
On the Road
Which are not Brought back
the scrub ennui,
The Lazy, fair and desires -
sleep.
They have the aizmaksāt.
Over the meadows dz

now look as ūdensmērītāji
with thin legs fucking life over

when everything is smooth harbor fast fast
in the same easy and they are long stalks

I\'m not the stone and the wind will not speak
as breath izgrūdīšu axels axels

I am one of them and they quickly lost
so everything is smooth so that everything is smooth is smooth

how quickly fast long legs NIB
something that wants to stiff dark stone wants

and ūdensmērītājs which brings cold block
jož wonder how am I that I

was so strange,
or instance for barbecued beat
but the room was flying ravens
The winged creature or another.
How we felt it appropriate
birds slow motion!
Had known that as soon as their site
will move here in the shadows of the dead,

Here gather in the shadows of the dead
and dumb bell trigger
we proclaim the ancient,
how legitimate is the grief

for all that they wanted,
for everything that happened. . .
And ever so i will fly our
shadows, either Neba others

breaks in free moments
who fights against the grill.
And landed Ikarus vision, falls.
Even IKARUS - oh, have a look - falling.

colored SCHEDULE

of any fallen pots
the sky will cry escapes
I was like a man who keeps
close and nenošķaudās
Fortunately, the cough does not carry
health and not so
take years and suddenly
clock says so

Do you think that has not yet begun
but just have not asked
\'re bitterly play with lightning
and the thunder roar, says Good
thy years old-old boy
is more than you do yourself
Love that you nejēdz
today is different eyes

I warts and Arab mare
shake off incubus
Seeking darkness and floods
light \"Long-eared\" Boys
and dzenāju love
which has gone
how are you committed to
As you have hydration

of any fallen pots
the sky will cry escapes
regions where the angels standing on the needles
regions where they scald the hair
but bow our dead
Gentlemen, we have liekamies
we have pretty liekamies
archetypes and Jung

I go to the monuments
and to dust I Brien
Do you freak summer atminies
All Souls\' Day
to sleep you walk
spend a lot of pills
I still believe in you
I bet

it\'s warm Baron is a great
Spring is near
and I dungoju Remember
what I gained from you
I know and have to wait years
before once again able to truly say
everything wakes up and tears
as buds - in the eyes of other

regions where the girl go
carrying cord lion
I beat the tug settled
close to its ills
I know that only a philistine
line cord lions
but come, such as what you are
somewhere I still have some rope

gentle face rifkabīļu
flying time aquarium

fins move and laughs
bait right now Geld

one gray hair up
war in a piece of heart

through the heart piece
nonsense hook dull glow

either pulling the cap so Hold
hair and fat chord sound

aquarium rifkabīļus
I used to love to fish

one flying in the air and he is well
he has wings he has a beak

one shout in the yard behind the Trash
he has a mustache he has a tail

one shot through the jungle and roars as durns
he has the stripes he has a muzzle

one runs past me and warm sparkle
he has a coast he is a bridge

one dripped dripping his hands are wet
he he twigs with leaves

one stretching and shaking behind the great effort
he blocks he has a street

one limping towards me as hooked as sadness
he must think he is stupid

one was a mighty one was great
he has a casket he is at peace

One after their stay at a little more
he is a tower with a cross up

CAKA imitation. RIGA HEAD

Riga at night - oh, dark head
with gray hair illuminating streets,
the Daugava virmuļojošo track
among those with falls across the bridges and locks,

your thoughts about you
the combs -
may I touch you tonight?

Thought and bill a crowded head -
Combs was probably not work -
the greenish tree trimmers,
to breathe fresh and thorough hand
I\'d like you to cut back a little bit,
the trees are your graying for example.

To grow trees as high
Purvciema the largest houses -
sekvojas,
baobabs,
greens to your saglaustu
masters Sirma errors.

PĻAVNIEKI

Cows were grazing there ever - even today ox
Small shops along the small runs trot

oh noskretušās confused cows
there are now a large construction takes place

Can you see kustons:
there are now piles driven
the poles to your end of the chain

piesies there\'s a lot smarter than you

moment they grozīsies
bow down before the wind
and children\'s voices congratulate ourselves

JĀŅU SONET

else, these lush seedlings
if not the solstice
the caraway cheese is eaten
and women sleeping in the bushes acts

maybe the color of the fat
and in me there is nothing valid
but maybe that seedlings of lush
and life is too generous

I do not know what can you do
but acts along the river banks lying
the river is good - I also

becomes warm from dīvajām speeches
the tenderness of soul, mud
rising bubble bul

a movable legs
Eric Adamsons

lively green and transparent
spring morning
on the streets
moved tram

run and jump if you want to manage

at the window
Rising sun lit
sitting beautiful girl
and kustināja
\"1. April \"Shoe ieautu
adorable legs

and the gray-haired globe course
fresh and green in the morning of April
moved on to the

even volcanoes said
poof - poof
and uttered a round
smoke rings

run and jump if you want to manage
do not believe
be late

streetcar Now
will drive along the graves
in bloom and green
lively spring morning

and all the dead hands of the Meiji
swing up
girls leg
immortal poof - poof
happy poof - poof

run and jump if you want to manage

streetcar Now
will travel along the zoo
all small rezusiņi
solemnly received PUD
Seal black curve Vila
above the oily water level
slīmesti and kangaroos
leap
girl stands must carry
kapeiciņu met the atgiešanos
Hear
the nodžinkstēja
Dead joyfully called
iodine midwife Tarbes

Girl still move the leg

lively and green spring
annual revolution
I cried at the street corners

move the river ice
girls Relations

ENISA

klanīdamies evening comes
without assistants at the date of

Day turned pale and slow
slow up slienas

keep the big desk
leave instructions

and the dark crown house
runs across rooftops

NIGHTS

Nights
always a lilac flowers
Nights
pungent smell of cold
Nights
smell of distributed hug
but the old bulb
Nights
and you get to the light bulb and try
connect the fragile manpower
Nights
someone turns on the light and
You do not seek out the bulb and pounded
Nights
do not close your eyes light neatdariet
those whom I love
I still
I try to connect manpower
Nights
All gone just bust cry
No nights
my horse tethered goats tenderness
Nights
against her forehead will nosisties
Nights
always a lilac flowers
Nights
sakrampēto finger between the
something in bloom
No nights
that bloom? can not see the death of tizlāk bloom
Nights

tiptoe igniting
clumsy words die

to get you to desert your mouth
symbol passes through groves

(Death summarize his life
and highlights šito site)

Gauguin Monologue

closer to yellow sky
closer to the red water
your Umurkumurs pole
is too soapy and slick

your bite is too soft
cooled greasy and slick
closer to death, but the sky
closer to the yellow water

paint platseju women
rot and smell like a flower
academic master
your art is a bitch

and the loss of trees returned by gallop Day
and rigorous eye stared at 200 W
I object look like a stone against the wall
and became director - as Jaunušans or Katz

former troupe folks I know (or love)
and the opera was always another
and soul of the Romans in the future as collateral
the crooked cross yesterday, beaten

that today will not be able to do today
and Christ only makes sense piekrustītam
gray hair on the clothes is proceeding
to which the Gambia moriem nekristītiem

and was a mirror which turned away from me
and the dust of the road that took me to charge
because I am an actor - as Liepins or sound
not fall broke a cavalcade of