Rabu, 25 Agustus 2010

Square root-three

sampe sekarang gw belom nemuin arti yang bener bener pas dari puisi kumar ini,
dimana puisi yang di bacaain pas scene-scene terakhir dari film harold and kumar - escape from guantanamo bay ini merupakan favorite gua, walaupun ga begitu ngerti maknanya..
udah nyoba google translate tapi ternyata sangat tidak membantu..
kalo ada yang bisa ngertiin mohon bantuannya heheheh :P

I’m sure that I will always be,
A lonely number like root three...
The three is all that’s good and right,
Why must my three keep out of sight...
Beneath the vicious square root sign,
I wish instead I were a nine...
For nine could thwart this evil trick,
with just some quick arithmetic...
I know I’ll never see the sun, as 1.7321
Such is my reality, a sad irrationality...
When hark! What is this I see,
Another square root of a three...
As quietly co-waltzing by,
Together now we multiply...
To form a number we prefer,
Rejoicing as an integer...
We break free from our mortal bonds...
With the wave of magic wands...
Our square root signs become unglued...
Your love for me has been renewed...