* * * Musu māja nepaliek tuksa. Tur Taurini ziemo. A trauslos puteņa sapņos fja pie viņiem pukes nak ciemos It tad pie sienām a sijām sakļautie spārni turas - pa Zilu zvaniņu viļņiem pebd melnas a Baltas Buras. Pebd visually ziemu cauri siltos pīpeņu Staros, a briedīgu putekšņu miglas tauriņu miegu cheater. Kad Aprili atversim logus a laidīsim TAURINUS Ara, vēl ilgi pa Maju staigas Puku dveseles Baras. Our house is not empty. There wintering butterflies. And in fragile dreams of snowstorms flowers come to visit them. Even the walls and beams the serrano wings - the waves of blue campanulas fja sail sails white and black. Sail through the winter in the warm rays of daisies, clouds of mature pollen are the nourishment to their sleep. In April when we open the windows and let the butterflies fly away, still long for home orphan wander the souls of flowers.
* * * Es labi zinu, kur tu esi, Bet tur es tevi nemeklēšu. It Zeme briedīgā - uz Akmens fja Es Puki Sesu A Ziedu gaidīšu. Par Spiti. Ar zobiem sakostiem. No Akmens. fja Lai neiespējamība maigums Dzen saknes. No visiem ceļiem izraudzīšu To tālāko no Tevis taku, Lai you, kur Tevis nevar BUT, You pēkšņi nostājies man blakus. Lai, ACIM sastopoties, izplaukst Par Puki gadu rūgtums smags. Es labi zinu, kur tu esi. Bet tur man Tevis nevajag. I know where you are, but there do not try. not mature on earth - on the rock sow flower waiting to bloom. In spite of everything. A clenched teeth. From the rocks. fja That impossible tenderness fja causes lie. Of all roads will choose the path you further, where you can not meet, where you do not appear suddenly in front. He never born, meeting the eyes, the bitterness of the heavy prime. I know where you are, but I do not need you there.
* * * Kamer svēteļi par Sveti Baltos spārnos slid Kamer baltu spārnu blāzmas Zilas straumēs Krit Kamer zilam straumēm ZEMGALE PLUST poles, esi mierīgs. Tical. Zini. Tava zeme paliks, tavas saknes Tava Zeme. Tavas Pedas Teva silk, Kamer Teva Setas jumti Balto spārnu ENA Sveta. Until the storks above the Svete spread fja the white wings, until the splendor of white wings is reflected in the current blue, until the current blue water inundates the Zemgale. Do not worry. Have faith. Sappi. Your earth survives, and your roots in your land. Your walk in the footsteps of your father, as long as the footsteps fja of your father will give away the sacred shade of white wings
* * * Svētīgi ir tie race vājie, Kā vakara Palavas miglotiem prātiem, Jo viņiem fja pieder debesu valstība Savu vājumu neapzināties. You sakies stipra. fja Tad esi līdz galam! A nav ko melot, ka Dievs tevi dzinis. Kops Saki atšķirt labu no Laun Nav paradīzes. You vienkārši - zini. A Prata tuksnesī akmeņainā Tev tagad jāpūlas vaiga sviedros Ieaudzēt mazu ilūziju. Kadu gaisīgi trauslu ticības Ziedu. Turet ap pumpuru plaukstu a ELPAS Nedrošo aizvēju fja ledainā smieklā, A laimīgai But So ISO Bridi, Uz kuru tev izdosies sevi piekrāpt. ...................................................... Blessed are the poor in spirit, from the minds clouded as meadows fja serotini because theirs is the kingdom of heaven without knowledge of their weakness. You tell yourself strong. You to be all the way! And do not lie, that God led t'abbia. Since you began to distinguish between good and evil there is no paradise. You just - you know. And in the rocky desert of the mind you have to work hard with the sweat of their brow to cultivate a lean illusion, some impalpable flower fragile faith. Keep his hands the gem and breath uncertainly fja shelter on a cold laugh, you keep happy for that brief moment for which you will be able to fool yourself.
Gianluca
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