This life is like a swing
To build up and now bearing down
This life is like a swing
I come and go away immediately. . .

summer I drink the milk just milked,
And I bent rasainas quiet foot touches
But a spider weave a white thread
So homogenized that wonder how it can be.

Heart - fine on the web
Spirit - all the winds.
How flickers dust
Another approach,
Dance

Sometimes the unthinkable happens:
In the morning, wake up in gilded
And the mirror and opened its icon.
Go out into the shining
And, even if believed,
If you absolutely would not believe
Hear angel wings švīkstam.

Each Day - The Key of Joy,
Each stem - Morning of Hope,
For you see - Even the smallest animal
God\'s miracle of life is twisted.

the ground distracts eyes
Sky takes himself.
Over Pārdaugava
swifts article
a selection of words to you.

blue stars at night are falling
so my days are falling.
And my life - star mirgojums
between the evening and tomorrow.

. . . But the heart of someone sitting
And quietly whistle.
The warm meldijām
Melts all the snow.
In the heart of someone sitting -
And this is the word - joy.

All I have enough,
I have to dig deep:
my white day,
my black night.

Much of my whale,
High my castle:
Land around the green,
pair of sky blue.

All our life happiness is formed of a tiny particles - from small, viable memory of a kiss and a smile awards from the glances and praise from the heart that had fallen.

. . . when the people themselves bear the light of the radiation passes. Then we went around in the dark together, know each other and we do not need no touch by hand next to the pedestrian facial features, not to break each other\'s heart.

Maybe you also, in other words,
After the rapid rhythms to stop the rampage,
In a different life barb seems to
When we receive thirty shut.

There are those who dream small boat without masts
Lying here and there sunk along the coast,
Because time is that - even proud ship
It is a whack of the pavement life.

Life goes sour or were so hard,
Tak safely handle the corner-year
And Zēģele where cleaner air,
Where perhaps waiting for the money bag!

As a suit - unless you will break even, -
For a further thirty-ace,
What fate throw on the table,
To make life sweet again.

without irradiation joy
Through life, I do not want to go,
While light strēlīti details
Take yourself out of me!

There I go,
I have laughed,
yet I see.

I still bright
fire burned.

Still I\'m going
I have laughed,
I still shines,

Darkness rampart
sunny side
across the slide.

Still I hear
I have flowers
I still smile -

To the ground -
black earth
autumn harvest expectations.

to go in May,
Noreibst flower meadows!
Many nights in May
Life was short.
More expensive than me
Frost affected maple,
The long star shine
Autumn sky.