create better news than talk about them.

All the news, with the exception of bread prices, it is absurd and inappropriate.

Cash accumulation - a good thing, especially if their parents did for you.

I like pigs. Dogs at us from below. Cats look at us from above. Pigs treats us as an equal.

always be checking quotes: Shooter - before they are expressed in a foreign once expressed.

strong, taciturn man too often silent only because he does not have to say.

AUGUST

from the August sun furious
All Latvia dries
tune over the air
izlocīdamās flow

blind there your joys
horseflies and wind to the horse
and tail - a violin bow
autumns game market

by which more jānodzīvo
it is not so easy than
but drought and expectations of your
not guilty to the

horse in question with its tail
everything is already mature
August lejerkasti
you would go slowly and solemnly

IZDZĪVOTIES

I\'ll take you up on
the garden where time has stopped
where some strange smell the flowers
runs but does not spread

by Tiny izpletnīšiem
Here lands raindrops

time is it in the tall grass
time to spruce Vāczemes

and what else I can say

by Tiny izpletnīšiem
Here lands raindrops

there may well izdzīvoties
plants under pulksteņēdājiem -----

Is there death on the sea shore
Dance on the rocks?
What\'s so strange after all
sparkle to the stones?

WORLD MANAGER

\"Fresh dry winds rustles pine,
the pines I have ever owned.

And smooth fit in the landscape
this river, which used to belong to me.

And the proud home to me will be opened,
because, you know, they also belong to me.

And I gulēšu drunk in bars,
all the vodka I will own one.

And the winds of the sea liederēs,
I also listen to and own.

Give with gold will weigh scales.
Guess who it belongs to.

I own the whole world
after the ball, if only I\'ll be alive. \"

ADOLESCENT WAR

pusaizgruvušā of smiles
lack of hair on the head every
and sliver eye moisture
as a burst water main

can expect that meadowsweet
again and again the same
behind the trenches zigzag smile
standing of fallen teen wire

I do not think that punks
stay alive in the tanks
again fuck meadows
hold me by the word
every life is precious
as night woman\'s arms

zigzag trench behind the smile
see a fallen teen wire
but the squirrel running around Pazar
of electricity through wires

of missile equipment remote controls
shining eyes sad teen
kids glow in the abstract - dad
This trench viņdienās rational

shines children who could be born
boys chase us away from war
the Führer sent to die
somewhere in hell Bobruisk

and teenage boys had to fall
to fall a sadistic gang
but the days of autumn mushrooms
from the bottom of the trench Vanda

of missile equipment remote controls
shining eyes sad teen
of missile equipment remote controls
shining eyes sad teen

EU produces poetic substance
with which you can stick a
Near the rocket shaft
General on the couches
threatening words in your mouth
and the submarine to flounder

What do you write on the chest,
Day? A moment ago was born,
You\'re in front of me?

Oh, your days will be long-lived,
you only date, if the
You shot happen more
Who made you remember?
Blushing barrels?

I will write to you \"hope\"
on the chest. It makes no sense moans
to spend ahead of time.

It makes no sense not raise -
the hands of children - the day
does not make sense neskūpstīt
This dazzling snow
the fallen
between people
for some time.

(From the sky where the unfortunate sister.)

of meadows leading to the huge cemetery gates
that one is never quite closed
You can toil as you like
not fathom that there\'s going
out there walking around as a huge apartment
dusk light greenish fir
land of the dead neatbrīvosi
do not spend your girlie daiļrunu
in this world means more
round your knees
nelipini on the lips raisins
listening late