Little love poetry translated into Hawaiian (Hawaïan, Hawai’i), to surf the image of an I love you built like a foam wave. The Hawaiian of my poem is the indigenous language of Hawaii Island of where it is an official language. The Hawaiian is a Marquesan language, since the Hawaiians arrived from Tahiti around the year 1000. Hawaians have seen recently their language relives. With the colonisation and the missionaries, hawaian become written, and appear newspapers and the transcription of the oral literature. When Hawai becomes american, the teaching of hawaian is forbidden, a creole born. It's only in the 60 that there is a rebirth of the language, in 1978 it become an official language.
Hawaii "the Pacific navel" is made up of very green islands. The Hawaiian Islands are a very productive artistic province. The sculptures of Hawaiian wooden deities are astonishingly realistic. Feathers of different colors are also used, fixed on a sort of wickerwork, to represent the grimacing head of the god of the War. They are also used to decorate ceremonial garments. Tourism and sugar cane are two of the island resources. From the fine sand beaches to the top of active volcanoes, Hawaii's legendary seduction attracts tourists from around the world. It is the 50th state of the union, people are also coming from all over the world, for its giant waves that make it the surfers paradise.