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 alone

the 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 get

so 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 you

        when i was near
        i couldn't fear
        when i felt best
        then came the rest

/ laacz - 23 Jun 2001 | 23:36 /