Izturēsimies to people as if they really are.

is well known that medicine can not do without the poison, life - without the fraudsters.

Every burned book enlightens the world.

Weeds are plants whose validity has not yet been discovered.

If a child suddenly become docile, mother izbīstas not jokingly - or so he is not going to leave this world.

enough people sicken, and spared dawn fragile hope that he will die.

Your voice is like -

Music to my ears

As the balmy evening breeze

How excited whisper quiet


Your eyes so uncommon

So strange deep

Full reflection

And yet undiscovered


Stand so close to me

And with caresses confused

Dazzle with the smell

kill with a kiss


heart begins to beat more slowly

the mind becomes paler

everything fades slowly

suddenly everything disappears.

was enough for second
To you caught
It was enough to touch
To fall in love in you

I want you to feel again
Feel your warmth
Your perfume
Thy laughter hear

It\'s been a couple of hours
Already, I miss thee
I miss your sight
Your gentle voice

Will it have you?
Response to it is not
Or hear your voice?
You do not speak alone.

the streets quiet morning walk
and drags him to the shadows
and a dark corner scream pale
there happens something felonious

the light from the darkness knives dripping
and pieskrien rumaks dzeltenzils
and a man with a star on the forehead
pulls morning columbine except kidney

long beds shadow hooligans
sinking into the mist of the city that the clan
Morning drive ambulance
and light rain through cracks

this car steering wheel in white
your hands are your fists
only the stupid believe dieth mornings
and as more die
As with all other

click your tongue in the floor Warbler fuck
and feet turning Brazos
You morning leads you all may now
He is so bright and mortal mortal

1985-1986

with suction cups - čmok and čmok -
one hill to go straight

the cares and nerausta
what is happening in our parish

He is walking (axis), he is walking (the Beast)
armed with suction cups

he goes to the princess sought-after
with all the gum pockets

where the hell my stone Ciris?

Gentlemen - my century is dead

1986

guards the skin from childhood
Guards of honor of the skin as a virgin
your skin is the Latvian Fatherland
guards it closely and negāz pots

Tupi and Hold on and do not pass where they do not
Wash lies and fear as milk
the habits of our ancient
protects the skin from childhood

1986

are looking wilted flower
that once threw Aspazija

Just look at the old Raina bearings
Often vijušies about useless knob

you can view the slow temporal
Number of years in our crown of roses

look at it as something to remember
iekliedzamies something only when we die

Just look at the old-old pine
you\'re the only one that still falls
you have the pleasure to say a word
to keep themselves in many Stormbreaker

because there may already be: everyone we have a detailed
but every word is a huge infinity

1986

fashion names
fashion it
physiognomy to shine
green and gray

to bite in the air
angry drones
fall down on me

watered a fight in the yard - visdobjākos būkšķus,
visjēlākās roles that people are able to create - blind, chairs pushed, threw himself at the piano.
With a nervous motion wipe off the old tear stalagmites, who flourished - like termites Dens - the worn keys, blind man sank. It seemed like he was not founding coax sound from the black instrument, which has already melted in places - and string streams ran through the parquet directly to the underground gods.
But in the yard including already went crazy - the muzzle was resorted to bashing women and children. What, more fools in the legs to get up, have swung over the edge of the trolley threatening tool, from which came the fatal beam.
Juvenile hooligans would be held atomsprādziens
could also end up disappointing - if fighters were not already immune to everything.
And by our blind man, who needed all iemūži-
ing immortal, with one finger on the molten network-
vierēm klimperējamā symphony? He sat sakucis.
From the clouds, which for some time gathered at the room ceiling started to drip. And dribble and dribble and aumaļām tumble and drop the keys gathered there tune.
Yes, a blind musician shelter home, where age
saturated air.

1985

behold Doomsday Sun wants rietēt
here\'s horizon as pieriet full of people dreams
the udder

with a bucket bar stools
aizklumburē death
sea ​​surface as the Son of God viņlaik
the udder -
sārtojas still afloat
This ļumīgā and izpļaukātā face

either starts to milk

Black falls towards her dream
then starts baltoties - start children\'s dreams come

and the god of the car wants to turn off the udder
as arbitrary obscenity taps

death by nails Greek foolish confusing
and as crazy as the udder milked

behold the face of the doomsday sun
where burnt countenance merged together
as fotorobots god dūzenē
before the Court

and behold the sun as long udder
drink death
fat will
from the sidelines will feel - this is a hard walk

and is already well
itself forth and kill herself miljardreižu

1986