sunset reflections at a depth stīdza
When you pop up on top of huge fish
And invited the man up
In the depths of the castle was grimusī

she listened to those who have enormous fish
no longer a life
so long no longer lives
1987

MADE parquet faint echo of moonlight falls softly GEH GEH zum zum Teufel Teufel GEH zum Teufel * girl. Made to go through the mansion gate collapse and tip of the heart come wooded lake - there is no edge to speak of Madi. The Lord has done what we\'re doing to do each lord Made in Made in Made in Made in 1983 GEH zum Teufel (German lang.) - Go to hell.

Utah-as greasy as Kuprava clay
covered my way to you, to you
go to cast a male salt
scars with you as self-

village councils keep you safe
my heart between documents
how can it for me?
like me to remove it but neapraudāties?

I thought you. Of course.
Village Board also has the right
but who can vouch that never safes
deposited in the heart of living?

aesthetes me laugh. To laugh.
go tvarstīdams future face
Reku already captured one\'s face -
poetry as a \"paper\" and \"paper\" as poetry

1986

BETWEEN YOU AND EVENING IN RURAL AREAS

First Go behind the mountain of milk
and children to wash feet.

The second Kājot a grassy path,
miegties against the setting sun.

The third Login sētsvidū, pet dog,
talk with his mistress, to feel

belong and fit in
something me and kindness alone.


The fourth Fill up the gap with the sun\'s rays,
with a cat on a woodpile,

with piles of hay, with flowers, the meadows,
gently lift the foot.

The fifth Trepan corners of the mouth smile.

The sixth Way back into the air to throw the children,
that atskrējuši to meet you.

Wash children\'s feet
and show pictures of the book.

The seventh At night the list of destroyed
and watch the black crack
1986

I like this gaišvēderainās nights
to fly as fast as a pleasure
not time black people come up to you
once again one of the sunrise

PASTORAL ARTICLE

we are happy tend to fluctuate in the countryside
silence with open arms

silence over the shoulder
watch the fresh air

fierce attack for a long time
kvēpainā soul bends

just like a skunk who
put on catcher bag

1985

before last DEDICATION FOR SUMMER

Kliģēnos again, where apple trees
glaužas to one another,
Kliģēnos again where neighbors cow
through the lilac bushes break,
Minaj, fertilizers and apples in Ireland.

Kliģēnos again, where the pods
full of peas and beans
Kliģēnos again, where Ted
floor to weed čupām,
where you are looking to midnight

rhymes tousled Poets
word which rhymes nevaid,
Kliģēnos again, where Midsummer
iraid sad glee,
where neighbors crowns Vij

and meet, and St. John\'s hefty,
cups and the way we are happy,
and feverfew in hand
passing across the road
or she had at all?
(Kliģēnos, Midsummer. And had.)

Kliģēnos again - and not the result of a dream
not even because of air and milk,
Kliģēnos again - because of sight,
Latvian, summer days,
Nights in the wreath Vij.

1985

OBELISK *

Sun standing on a rock
and staring wide-eyed.
Everything has just begun,
even the villains yet.

Land melts and gently
leaching into cracks;
over
all kūkp fate.
(Nē. bright stars dim.)

Immediately begin the history of
Will be the villains in abundance.
Sun is stationary,
and the earth is burning
the beam as wool.

The sun, when you all
somewhere away dzīsi,
I do not touch anything -

brēkājušu dust.

1985

PLAISANTERIE Macabro *

Be that as it would be,
we must be long

the rivers again
shifted standing

bottle at his feet,
where a strange pale liquid

as a cold glances.
Yes, Harons throws and throws

only small stones
dreary laundry in the river.
He stands

so indifferent to the cold thoughts in mind,
that remain scared of the long chant:

so as there would not be
we long to exist.

He takes oars.
Another pavervelē, Maple.

1986

\"Plaisanterie Macabro\" (in French.) - Grim exhilaration.

I laugh anymore. Sigh.
Gaismeklīšos and blow out
as ghost flames are no longer dull.
And two Klavs standing guard.

As ghost flames are still dull,
but the light is no longer true.

And two Klavs standing guard,
but one - stinguša - yet.

He will come again and krekšķinās,
as rammish goat mekšķinās,

he comes - a chubby, indivisible,
so old and stupid, and insufferable. . .

I laugh anymore. Sigh.

1987

how ordinary we are learning
listened to this speech
(Noble souls drasēja
by asphalt place)
as aircraft squadron
We changed the places we
but could you not look up
and I could not look up

we šaudījāmies in the clouds
with eyes tied up in land:
It spotlights the cut-circle
tied his own spotlight

with eyes tied to land
we as a drowned person šūpojāmies
feet to the clouds

1987

\"Back in the USSR\" *

strong as death is the land
as a slow storm brewing
cloud

and every cloud
silver lining

and we live in
the stand in the corner

but better atminēsimies Dante:
the hell is around the edge
there gaudodami falls short of the rings
they are in life
they have their own
they are its sole
they have turned out:
not fried or cooked

of course
yes of course
eternity affected
and the cult of the affected
I do not

but think of yourself
and also you
and many chiefs
Although I think

1987

\"Back in the USSR\" (in English.) - \"Back to the USSR\" - it is a \'Beatles\' song title

main square

O. German

Your walking is closed
Large Esplanade is closed

A place where all the wickedness
usually gather in one place

Have you really thought oh humanity
poet as a pavement so hard?

Do not you folks nemanījāt
area and a record of all suffering?

Hard is your place for walking
ice and letters over the gate bloom
she said, in the name of Chuck:

NESLAMPĀJIET

1984

outside the window is cold
on the table is cold
light wolf cub and a detailed eye

and I handed over the bulb is heated
to stroke
if it receives a

have one buddy
Freezing the
and I neglāstu
stroking himself

1987

lonely on the streets I walked
joy on a beautiful day
trees with frost needles durstījās
Church nozvanīja pusvienu

lonely mother came towards me
with his lone children
mother looked on me
child looked at me as ērmu

sea ​​ice cover was on top of
remained closer to overseas
piles of ice glittering in the sun
give me some front sparkled softly

1987