2.07.2011

The first Fibonacci poem from Bucharest

Maybe there will be more, it's a work in progress. Please remember I'm just a Math teacher and don't be too strict!

This

yellow

shining brightly

on our flag

between the red and blue-

the bread between the blood and the sky-

is nothing less than the line of our history, the reason, the "why".

The bread our parents put on the table when the day ends, a tired smile in their eyes, is the time.

Romanian version:

Galbenul

acesta

strălucind aprins

pe drapelul naţional

aşezat între roşu şi-albastru,

e chiar pâinea stând între sânge şi cer,

e istoria noastră întreagă, reală, cu-ncercări şi strămoşi care luptă şi pier.

Pâinea caldă pusă seara pe masă de părinţii noştri ce ne zâmbesc cu ochi obosiţi nu-i altceva decât timpul etern.

2 comments:

  1. I like the word timpul. Very nice!

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  2. Means "the time", the final l is the definite article. :)
    Thanks.

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