Man pieder ceļš
Ko ziedi klāj un ceriņi
Un miruši guļ taureņi
Pie mana slēgtā loga.
Un bezgalīgās debesīs
Baudījuši brīvi
Daudzkrāsainie pūķi
Pie manām kājām krīt.
Man pieder ceļš
Caur pamestu parku
Tur dzīvo enģeļi
Kas klusumu sargā
Un ja mēs tuvāk ejam
Tad sadzirdēt var
Kā klusas melodijas
Tie dzied aiz vientulības.




what sometimes surprises me the most is human memory. i longed for such flover for around four years and now finally i have one. In Italy i saw such flovers and called the country my dreamland. But i saw only from a distance, they were blossoming acros the street. The same as the grass is always greener on the other side, they grew in neighbourhood not in our garden. Never dreamt of having one in my own room.