We are born enrolled in a school of speaking and thinking in our mother tongue, each of us having a marginal sound that passes through the hearts of those who love us and that gives birth to its teeth not from brass, but from the gold of the words through which we have lived. The “Limba Română” magazine is a part of the memory where we find the great speakers of the language that we live with their faces lit by the yellow lamp of time. I don’t say their names. It is a column of minds that follows this language as the great crowd followed Jesus, starting eternity with the crumbs that fell into their palm from the five loaves.