ART

wind swept leaves me heart loudspeaker
one drinker to go with myself speaking
also on the bench
French (English?) written in ART
nervously kustēdamies
(Even outside - sitting tall)
I will address the task
from which the hair is white
either such as street
which is close to the moves and rustles
maybe not street no
but blue tear palte
either like my hand
the coat pocket freezing
maybe not rock no
An active but limited government
secret at all living in one second
known but not worth the utter
or it is not terrible artists free
realize: there is indeed written in the ART
expresses the great mystery
But not all in the mind of these have been
incomplete sentence or a color combination
accidentally turned out to be immortal

SAULLĒKTS

He looked naively
the sun rise

still above the meadows
lay morning calm

He looked naively
not knowing how to do

land of the wolf and the wolf
greenish light breath

start or finish
morning, we do not answer

can not find the secret path
White answers grove

morning continued growing
he became older and older

Life moved meadows
and white tops

dziest bulbs in all rooms
is either a morning or evening
and my ear so much is poured
I stayed in the red
like a balloon over Antarctica
or orange
the track cleaner
that a tramway slāj

maybe soon I will begin to glow
and become light bulb
as Chuck or Suite

maybe I really would become a poet
and skolaspuikas flee from me

Dame ringer
deaf and ugly lover
yeasts to take up writing youth
Orange to bring rail slāj

dying bulb moment trembling
if the party still morning

O Make sure the cloud
there Veidenbaum lonely lives
and vieglītēm aizķerdamās
the sun shines through it

vieglītēm aizķerdamies
atstaigā spring
and a second later
sarosās flowers and branches

but oh forgive propertied gardener
the tulips on the market brings
He was a poet, a little
shading cloud

EVENING ON LAKE

there really is home to more fish
aizlīgo bluish shadows
but do not think about them
but is not edible
Shadows
(With one still would like to say -
carp are beautiful eyes)

nosprāgs when the last fish
This lake will also be empty
water will be stored as body
pike-urgent caresses
emptiness is also in your
thicket in the eyes of narrator

evenings and through the death
skive off the coast of work
and fell flat pebbles
that aizlēkās palēkdamies
was in the flat pebbles

\"love songs\"

light flowing over insects
which flows through green leaves
my heart pure glis
dance of love zirneklīšī
tenderness over the entire burn
maybe a hand-slice
sniegdamies after your breast
reddish drops of Lisu
until you find a
where there dor drones
maybe aizkulties to economic
Beer flows from the sun cups
perhaps smile at you naked
breast and touch only
rise above the crowd
fly away from the insects
away from all your friends to flee
(Life and death lurks deliberately
whereas two zirneklīši)
eyes as the doors close
light leaks and the fingers
Whereas the sand to flow over the knife
today but not tomorrow or the day after tomorrow
is already sorry but what can be done
I tolerate you

SHRUBS brothers

and evening mist
A big image
under the jasmine bush
atņirdzās raw

flower that adorned
buttonhole
and face
reminded speed

where he had come from
I think where
strange and horrible
He lay there

as though he would
if you have a clean
maybe a woman
maybe the husband
I threw fear
I did not like
thought that
Think he made

perhaps I once
was a padlock
through the gears
takes off his

or torque
to the wrong side
the swill pit
he sank quietly

or teach him
the kapeiciņu
which the pegs
broke his

which although it was
I think where
the dog bite
He lay there

guy fell from the deck
ship quickly went away
\"I still want to stay alive
Do not sink me hammerhead \"
boy swimming in the ability
waves threw up down
\"I still want to daughter meņģēt
I coded Fat herring \"
far distant native shore
far away a ship mast
\"I still want to grow belly
do not eat my beloved tuna \"
the big white beard wave
not hear the boy\'s words from
\"I still want to stay alive
Do not sink me hammerhead \"