This is only a noklīdies beam.
Cries like a puppy, so now he cries there!
What to keep it, can withstand?
Soon the dead ants away the wolf.

He has not provided you understand, do not.
Other beams, re, heartburn, even cows.
Well, but is beating its own radiation,
His whole different light takes place.

This is only a pieklīdis beam.
What the boss - this spring?

LIFE

Tērcīte that I have you,
Tērcīte unspent. . .
Piegursti to play Pull the load?
Do not need it, do not need it. . .

Tērcīte, life, innate,
Mazupe asinsprastā.
To further this boatman drink your beer
Counter izrāmītajā coast.

MOON Walk

Vol akmeņograudus sower,
And blocks are already sprouting,
Daudzstāvīgām over the ears
Dzīs red moon hooked
With a rustic face.

Yet already he can walk
Through narrow passages sky,
Where the asphalt is poured,
But satellites are fucking
As a huge swarm of bees
(We izteiksimies neatly).

When the moon over adversity
With rustic face,
Is he indifferent
It\'s all the faces we here?

RIGA

KEP wall, and wall thickness,
Flower Drops neierit.
Riga - a double-edged sword,
What I shall not beat us?

Riga - bread chaffy,
Centuries cepiems tough
Where the stone flower gain
And we have the mind and stomach growls?

Riga this. Riga a,
Riga has the thick skin,
Nesarkst new construction as the Dome. . .
Riga - our role in the catch

Brings in dižmutik and foolish man
These ziemeļkrastos towed,
Mirror, where ņirdz and laughs
So long as we are \'powers Face,

And you neiejūties role -
Whack a mirror with a pole!

PAVĀRS TRAINEE

Well, just place it to Wall
Used to exfoliate the despite everything!
Well, just place it to the
Pink jāņuguns gas stove.

For all the stones in fat
Once cauršalko birch and grass!
Mix together the fields of urban -
One porridge! I can not longer.

Okay, okay. I am cooking the porridge
Would become cooks or, rather, to cook.
I take the city - the city put either -
I have porridge pavārgs machine.

I take the fields and in the sketch -
How beautiful everything is bubbling now!
But soon, these bubbles become less frequent,
Vērtušies fast and small tubers. . .

I knew how to boil soap frequently
Vārījis I have a lot of manure,
Well as Soldiers Soldiers for close:
To anyone else on this confusing mess,
As long as the mind does not confuse me. . .

frame put your hands I -
Mūrainas and ķieģeļainas,
Boulevards and round bends
Since snakes scrawled on the door,

Broken off a mouthful of flesh
As bee ziedskrējēja,
Since I am slowly becoming a leaner,
Similar to the rocky wind

So I - rocky and mūrains -
I can somewhat Assistance Office -
Lame klabu, steering wheel,
Ķieģeļnīcas such as bears,

While my nenogrābsi
The idea of ​​a large rooster\'s beak.

ENTERING THE AKA

I, of course, nelēcu well.
once and
I wanted to throw it
as a dead dog
but at the right time
found a decent property,
instead of the ad interim
I.

None of the free mind
not AKACIS Lidia.
AKACIS dwelleth mermaids,
but sullen swamp devil.
But well
characteristics do not require any -
not only civil servants,
but even the classics of poetry signed.
So will it be the well.

If not from above,
then try from the side.
So I RAKO, RAKO and RAKO,
performed in moles meistarkandidāta rule
to - well struck twist.
Again, nothing.

Curbs are, of course, form - and only
but then, how much memory,
I was
entangled in a snare formalist
and so
wells with ax
neskrāpēju all

As was only to come
back light.

And yet -
as well -
on stars and skaidrūdens be?

I took a spade (no store bought and blunt
Whereas my previous efforts,
but from what cunftīga ditcher
lent).

And slowly
dug his own wells,
iztaigājis the
throughout the depth.

At first, it had
vin me sweat,
later in the water,
later in the stars,
finally for the traveler
asked nodzerties. . .

one already on your spear pork shashlik clips
another, a shield plowed slowly plump rye grains
and go around with a pile of
sleeping in our karadraudze

here\'s the shirt once firmīgo against chainmail body interaction
this cards žmeks trumpet in hand - we had winder
times are changing as we know
offers a secular scenes

Therefore what you men do uzaustošs sad young man survey into
this is the battle for skunsti once is to fall in this struggle,
most virulent of each arrow
once the marriage turns into a bed

not, however, a few frames in an upright vēzējam see Ava
only battlefield they once greeted the death of
not dissolve the spirit
in the eternal war

across the Daugava River is a house,
At the house once had a tenant.
How many nights and I sang
(Maybe in my dreams) there īros!

Now rent or lease its shores.
My boat at the sill screen.
Paddle spoons directed, and bigulī - suit
Since the tenant is no longer their own place.

. . . people\'s lives runs like a thread, which ends all in God\'s hands. Sometimes it thinks that the thread it sarežģījies, aizmetušies those nodes that shall never able to unleash, and so rely on God, wait and look at how well everything atšķetinās.

not the man who complains Postterm labor for free.

. . . iebūvēties in the region, where living around the hostile brothers, and no joy. It would be better to eat in the land of bread and salt, than to eat it with butter and a slice of ham in an area where you hate.

To what extent do you construct and decorate your life, so much so you are working on all of humanity, you fill your mission.

both speculation could bring the oak acorn turn into apple and wild duck pogātu the nightingale. Each carries its destiny in the chest.

. . . illiterate people may already have fear. It has all of the bail. But the educated, but it knows how far he can go. And so far he goes.