Tā kā man ir abzolūts iedvesmas trūkums, kā arī vairāk vai mazāk ne tāds garastāvoklis, tad gremdēšos ka tais laikos, kad man bija vēlme kaut ko rakstīt, dzejot, zīmēt, whatever.
the sun, the grass, a little snow
i want to make someone to know
that after cold, cold winter's gone
my heart is yet too much alonethe tears which dripped from me on you
were nothing more than tears of fool
this childish weakness i regret
gave „bye” that i deserved to getso much of thougts can't live inside
so much of past i wouldn't hide
could not approove some parts of you
but funny thing — i still need youwhen i was near
i couldn't fear
when i felt best
then came the rest
/ laacz — 23 Jun 2001 | 23:36 /
1 Remember.The.Silence @ 22:46 (2002. gada 01. maijs)
Hei Laacz, ir jaabuut nedaudz drosmiigam un jukusham, lai vareetu savas domas shaadaa formaa izvietot publiski pieejamaa vietaa… Man patiik shiis Tavas formas. Taadas nerodas no tukshas vietas. Bet ja taa padomaa, tuksha vieta pati par sevi jau ir kaut kas.
2 Vistu zaglis @ 01:54 (2002. gada 02. maijs)
..un es teicu ejam
..Un tu jautaji — kurp..
Un es teicu — tad, kad mes nokļūsim galā
Mēs zināsim, ka tas bij tieši šeit…
Laikam bešpilns garīgais šovakar :(