vakardienas eedieni:
ola
tomaats
shokolaades batonoinjhs alibi
3shokolaades gabalinjui
1l persiku sula
mazliet chipshu
viena puse sviestmaizes no statoila
2ksjeeles klasiskaas rupmaizes
sidrs
shampanietis
un zaljaa teeja

shodien:
pudionjsha gabals
dazhi cepumi
divi persiki
siermaiziite
05 apelsiinu sula
05 persiku sula
un diena turpinaas...

shii diena gan veel nav beigusies, bet es jau varu sastaadiit shiis dienas eedienu sarakstu:
ola
tomaats
dazdas serenaades
dazhi shikolaades gabailnji
kakao
divas siltas siermaiziites no rimi
aukstaa zupa
biezpienmaiziiet
kaneeljmaiziite
pagadidaam...

veel arii popkorns un sarkanaa koka kola

labu aptetiiti, anna

vienu dienu radaas super doma pierakstiit visu, ko es eedu dienas laikaa. shodien to vareetu izdariit un noshausminaaties kaada riima esmu.
biezpiens
maiziite ar desu
makaroni ar sieru
biezpiena sierinjsh ar cepumu njam njam
300g burkaanu
maza picinja
aukstasa zupa
mazliet serenaazhu konfekshu
coca cola light
viena zalja teeja
viena jasmiinu teeja
mazliet uudens
zivju eljlja


man liekas, ka viss
labu apetiiti
(bez makaroniem arii vareeja iztikt, bet pa dienu gribeejaas eesti)

lidonju posti

es saku, ka putni juuk praataa. shodien redzu kaa balodis knibina vistas kaulu un kaa vaarna eed beigut balodi. un nemaz nav jaarunaa par balozhu meshanos virsuu cilveekiem un planeeshanu sejaa. Riigaa ir klibi balozhi, Daugavpilii nav. bet neizskaidrojami tapataas. nezinum, varbuut var kaut kaa visu sakaartot taa lai viss labi.

white dog / bukowski

I went for a walk on Hollywood Boulevard.
I looked down and there was a large white dog
walking beside me.
his pace was exactly the same as mine,
we stopped at traffic signals together.
a woman smiled at us.
he must have walked 8 blocks with me.
then I went into a grocery store and
when I came out he was gone.
or she was gone.
the wonderful white dog
with a trace of yellow in its fur.
the large blue eyes were gone.
the grinning mouth was gone.
the lolling tongue was gone.

things are so easily lost.
things just can't be kept forever.

I got the blues.
I got the blues.
that dog loved and
trusted me and
I let it walk away.

dog / Charles Bukowski

a single dog
walking alone on hot sidewalk of
summer
appears to have the power
of ten thousand gods.

why is this?