Farewell
Here -
This is the place
where once I had to stand
burning feet.
Where once I had whine
the abandoned dog
struck with the landlord,
upon expiry of the spirit.

This is the place
where now even feel
sand, wet with tears,
Lipami the fingers.

This is the place
and returned miracle -
wind dzēsni gray,
swept away by foot.

Bird
At the morning after my window singing bird
Just waking bird,
waking bird,
before the morning light had managed to
Part the leaves of trees
flowers flowers
strew race from the branches and
smile to the ground.

At the morning outside the window dzieāja bird
throw joy apex of their songs
pirmjai pirmsaules through the dusk,
through plauktošo branch clusters,
throw your songs joy joy
fluffy as a spray in their face
pirmjai dawn.

Loneliness
Slowly drag himself all things,
in the dim, singing snail covers.
All the shadows in front of the sun departs
and disappear in the quicksand

Slowly as all things
vanish and disappear,
and a hand vacuum trīsošiem pirstiem
captures the grass shake,
shadow across the forehead, lips quenching:
-Where are you, where you hiding?

Silence echo kliez:
No-no.

Reminisences
I see your footprints
akmeņem the hot,
and your shadow over the waves.

This juniper bush,
you allž paglāstīji,
has grown considerably,
but the new birch
drowned long ago
waters, heavy and high.

Maybe we are all drowning in it,
kādasbezdalības expectation.

-Be my guest, please
behind the smooth, icy wall.

You will be a long, long time
a long day
Thou shalt not hours
no uniformly,
You will not come,
no date
while you atminēsi,
what lies
behind this brilliant Lied wall.

It was a message
in your eyes and the voice-
neskarŗies closer
the Lied wall.

CLOSING
It has long been all the windows and doors are closed,
deleted bulbs
and the candles blown flame, -
but we still talked.

In this area a long time no one
but we have talked:
on marine šalkonņu long
and birds that fly across the
the far shore.

In this area there are no more,
but we have talked:
the song that there have been winds,
the white daisies
and rye flower meadow
who ever rocked vacant winds.

It is no longer in the room no one o\'clock,
but we have talked
Maybe in the distant breath
sounds echo and neizdeiest.

Maybe we have talked

Sisters song
Behind the words, listen,
behind the songs I hear,
behind the loud Tergui,
behind the quiet čusksta-
Overseas votes.

Dzikst weight crown
bezzvaigžņu night
reads his brother\'s spurs,
foal was, however, -
when our hour will come?

-Do me will know,
dust burden
dropping the shoulders
great day?

Can I apkamsi,
sad time will come
to give you your
dead heart?

Last Fling
Well laundry nebula-see
my way, my difficult struggle
everything is over.

While I do not lack strength in peace
lay down their armor, spears and arrows.
While I have enough strength
ensconce
no
of her fears,
but leave their eyes open
cut off to the last:
it will be fatal.

husks time
This is a time-husk
small thoughts, words and deeds.
Above all, the wind is blowing
contumely wind.

This is the time of the cavity-
needless words, dead hearts,
friend\'s wily tongue.
Above all else blows
emptiness of the wind.

This is a vanity-time
eyes to the sun punches astronaut -
bezzvaigžņu sky,
godless land

above all else blows
eternal wind.

Martha Ida
Sariet from March idam!
Yeasts,
or behind you
do not expect a smile
dagger pointed durin?
With a smile-
Martha Ida.

Maybe your best friend
pallium folds aizslēptā hand
dagger cock-
with a smile.

But you are not afraid.
You see only the glory crowns,
plāndamies flags,
and the way
where your armies
and the dream goes.
From a friend\'s hand is not to be afraid

Covers over the dream TOGU
wilted laurels-
no dreams, no dreams
of them raises his hand a friend
sveiciniem death. -

Moscow circus
Circus!
Moscow circus!
Winds red flags,
trompetess called!
Well, so hurry and run-
mouth, eyes open,
little brain shut

Cage Moscow wolves howl-
plūdgaismas dazzles eyes floodlights,
clowns tumble,
up
impact the keystone drones,
but luxurious lounges sits
stupid rams-
while the arena, hanging tongue
glad to bear growls. . .
-There will be a mighty circus!

dry land
My land is dry-
this morning, as promised,
but neatausa-
it is still to come.

Come after a sluggish fall,
when all of us will be empty
his misery firewood dry.

Morning light, to look forward to,
the air is so, so slow. . .
If you are not going to rain
and the earth will stand still long dry
aizdziedās raven ķērciens
our thirst for life.

Pavasŗa motif
Threw into the air
schedule of the previous blue-
and catch! Around murkst,
purkst and šņurkst?

Piglet rosy
slurry palte ņurkst!

Behind the fence thrives in sun-dandelion
the first day of April!
Sun three surprise eyelashes:
as well as beast-pig-
can vārtites drank so glad!

Joy ever germ
be humble and ciecīgs-
therefore, are like a happy pig!

Spring Motif
Threw into the air
schedule of the previous Zile?
and catch!
Murst around, and purst šņurkst-

Piglet rosy
slurry palte ņurkst!

Behind the fence thrives in sun-dandelion
the first day of April!
Sun three surprising eyelashes:
the beast-it pig-
can wallow drnks so pricīgs!

Joy once the germ
be humble and cacīgs-
therefore, are like a happy pig!

Force man song
Indeed, I am a mighty man,
and started
Capote-
Vievis, two, three!
And if you have any doubts RUN
then you know-
Ješkiņš is my name!

The father sksausta
I sat king, petiesi!
Where even safer,
where better yet,
no one picks up so high!

But when with his little paw
I ran all fours, Lipu, magnifying glass,
no I do not have the double-
I Capote trot a cinch!

Indeed, I maintain a husband,
me and smiles is bright and clean.