KsiężniczkA na lekacH…

If I were dead and buried, and I heard your voice,
Beneath the sod my heart of dust would still rejoice.

(…)
– Do you know my favourite poem ?
You’ve already recited it for me.
Arethusa arose
From her couch of snows,
In the Acroceraunian mountains

Keats
Shelley
(…)
– You have my permission to withdraw.

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