This is a poem I've written (in Romanian) when I was 14 years old. It stayed in an old notebook for about 6 years. Then in early 1990, after the fall of the communist regime, we bought a typewriter. One year later my mom passed away and I left the country, my Dad remained alone. Among other things, he found the poem and typed it on the typewriter. Then 6 years later I brought him a second-hand computer and he moved my poem to its hard-drive (updating it to the newest ortographic rules). Two or three computers later, the poem being passed from one hard-drive to the next, he printed it out and gave it to me on paper again. I think the time has come for it to move to the blockchain.

Pastel

Colo-n zare ierburi cântă
Și pe cer se aștern culori.
Ca un nimb de maică sfântă
Soarele coboară-n flori.

Pe deasupra vânt adie,
Ierburi se tot plec în vânt,
Cântece îți cântă ție,
Față neagră de pământ.

Pe nisipuri lung foșnește,
Cât privești cu ochii-n zare.
Sus pe cer se oglindește
Și-unduiește ca o mare.

Ziua are-n ea culcuș
La un loc umbre se-adună,
Părăsesc câmpul târâș.
Maci lucesc acum în lună.

For those not reading Romanian, this "pastel" is intended as a poetical landscape description. This is the kind of landscape it describes
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Here is a scanned black-and-white photograph of me and my father about one year after the writing of this poem (Timisoara, 1985)

And for those from "Generation Y" who were born with the computers, here's a GDR (yes, that country doesn't exist anymore) - made typewriter
(image from eBay)