Once out of nature I shall never take
My bodily form from any natural thing,
But such a form as Grecian goldsmiths make
Of hammered gold and gold enamelling
To keep a drowsy Emperor awake;
Or set upon a golden bough to sing
To lords and ladies of Byzantium
Of what is past, or passing, or to come.
( William Butler Yeats "Sailing to Byzantium" )
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"poznaj swojego sąsiada-tczew wczoraj i dzis" - wystawa :P
...sąsiada?? who r u stranger??
Długa droooga wiodła z Trsovaaa do Tczewaaaaa... Poprzez wieeeki wyboisteee i krĘĘĘtee... Tylko to mi na myśl przychodzi :D
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