December 29, 2009

December 16, 2009


i'm making magic there.

a hug

December 13, 2009

the first snow

there was thousants of clouds in the sky yesterday.

and today, the sound of snow woke me up.
but those kids of the neighbourhood where faster than me....
so all the virginity, all the fragility, all the silence of the first snow is gone.

it's hard to live in a city, if you are a snowflake.

November 19, 2009

like now

now it's the same like it was.
just different people.
just different places.
just different age.

but identical feeling.

November 15, 2009

strange things happen

sorry that i haven't posted anything this week and that one before it.

if you're not informated - i'm sick.
but unfortunately i can't sit in this chair and use this computer.
you may ask WHY?
cause my mum.

but i can show you, how dangerous is my precious computer c:

so, this is Ann, using it. last week

and this is Paul, using it. last summer

they both are under hypnosis.
thats in their faces.

don't you think it's kind of strange?

November 6, 2009

Photo shooting at 8 p.m.

we are.
so quiet.

spiritless faces.
sleep in our lids.

she whanted to shoot me.
but i was first.


sly as two foxes.
dreamy as two leafs of maple.

she shot me.

oh. but it wasn't so painful at all.

November 3, 2009


i'm so tired.
tired, tired, tired

my favourite sound is silence.
i could speak so quietly, that only the fox can hear me.
actualy, i'm even afraid of talking loud.

silence is beneficial.

sometimes i think, that silence is like the first snowfall - awaited and wonderfull.
and imagine. sounds are like sloppy steps in that white fairytale.

the song who didn't read this.


-what's your favourite, Ruth? someone asked

i don't know any more.
i can't make a choice.
but despite everything

whats you're favourite writer?

October 23, 2009


so these are two of my favourite dishes.
i think we could be full just of watching.
there would be no need for eat no more.
this dish has got a story.
it's from Germany.
. .
this dish has got a story too.
it's my grand-mothers grand-mothers dish. cool, huh?
. . .
(unknown artist)


Viel Glück zum Geburtstag!

October 20, 2009


(author - my father)
thats me with my toy ram.
kad es biju maza, pirms gulētiešanas mēs ar papu spēlējām paslēpes.
man nekad nenāca miegs un es lūdzos vēl un vēl vienu "pēdējo partiju".
brīnumaini, ka tētis vienmēr piekrita.
citreiz, kad paslēpēm nebija spēka, mēs spēlējām spēli "kurš pimais būz zem segas".

tagad man ir trīspadsmit.
es gaidu janvāri, kas nesīs manu dzimšanasdienu, sniegu un jaunu semestri.
eju gulēt pēc pusnakts, un parasti ilgi neizdodas iemigt.

October 5, 2009

the hoary hour

man vienmēr ir paticis pastiagāties krēslas stundā. kad vēl nav kļuviss tumšs, bet var manīt vien lietu aprises.
un tad neapmaldoties var ļauties fantāzijai, ko neiegrožo realitāte.
tā ir kā aizbēgšana no realitātes vēl tajā esot.
un tiktiešām tad tas nav tas, uz ko tu skaties, tas ir tas, ko tu redzi.

October 3, 2009

October 2, 2009

uncover the uncover

my mothers juvenescence boots.
is it my turn to wear them?

it's raining again


schoot @ september

September 28, 2009

wardrobe check

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