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Pull outAll the guns, chargeyour inner vibeAnd come, play hide-and-seekIn the forests of my dreams We will build cooking firesRequiring not much wood, fallencones will do, over stonesIn silly pits and fallsof how memories go Or maybe the silenceDestroys the confidencelike hammer hits glass?How can I sing a love songIn this unspoken land? I warmMy […]
Read More What forest allowsthe voice, over the green, beyond the smell of a stale river, a clear flute of the evening come early enter the leafy temple: the alders will give way, the aspens rejoice, the birches, smile and say — listen to lindens lisp see how the osiers preen up to be seen by you — the […]
Read More warblingmy father watched the second part of the lord of the rings, way back when it came out on the dvd. the only thing he thought real enough was the ents. ‘because this is how the forest should be, i’ve seen that,’ he said. and now, for him, the lord of the rings is about […]
Read More the ents“but i want to go to your mother’s grave,” she said. “you can come or not, it does not matter,” she added. “but i’d appreciate a navigator.” “i do not see what i’ve forgotten there,” i said. “but ok, i’ll go.” and so we went. the day was bright and sunny, the road characteristically abysmal, […]
Read More the empty gravesit is the second half of july. of course, the juneberries are just in season. i have had my annual grazing in the bushes, competing for the juicy pleasure with sparrows, thrushes, blackbirds and starlings. luckily the human denizens of the city of riga revel in their ignorance about how wonderfully tasty the berries are. so – […]
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Peregrin sum 