Od kilku dni cierpie na klopoty
zwiazane z moim blogiem.
zwiazane z moim blogiem.
( nic nie dziala tak jak powinno )
W obecnej chwili nie mam nawet czasu,
zeby sie tym zajac.
zeby sie tym zajac.
Wobec powyzszego biezacy wpis
zrobilam inna ( tymczasowa ) metoda.
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Since few days now
I suffer because of some strange blog problems,
I've never had before.
In the present moment I don't have enough time
to fix it.
Under these circumstances this post is done
by different ( temporary ) method.
zrobilam inna ( tymczasowa ) metoda.
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Since few days now
I suffer because of some strange blog problems,
I've never had before.
In the present moment I don't have enough time
to fix it.
Under these circumstances this post is done
by different ( temporary ) method.
Ponizsze slajdy z ogrodu
na podkladzie muzycznym religijnej
na podkladzie muzycznym religijnej
piosenki Elvisa Presley'a pt. W Ogrodzie
czyli - In the Garden.
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The slideshow below,
has a gospel song
of Elvis Presley - In The Garden,
as a musical background.
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The slideshow below,
has a gospel song
of Elvis Presley - In The Garden,
as a musical background.
https://picasaweb.google.com/116156839611615414096/July282013
...a tu slowa tej religijnej piosenki
...a tu slowa tej religijnej piosenki
I come to the garden alone
While the dew is still on the roses
And the voice I hear falling on my ear
The song of God discloses
And he walks with me
And he talks with me
And he tells me I am his own
And the joy we share as we tarry there
None other has ever known
He speaks and the sound of his voice
Is so sweet the birds hush their singing
And the melody that he gave to me
Within my heart is ringing
And he walks with me
And he talks with me
And he tells me I am his own
And the joy we share as we tarry there
None other has ever known.
A teraz wracam do pakowania moich pudel i pudelek,
zakupu nowych mebli, dywanow itp.
bo dzien przeprowadzki juz sie zbliza wielkimi krokami...
While the dew is still on the roses
And the voice I hear falling on my ear
The song of God discloses
And he walks with me
And he talks with me
And he tells me I am his own
And the joy we share as we tarry there
None other has ever known
He speaks and the sound of his voice
Is so sweet the birds hush their singing
And the melody that he gave to me
Within my heart is ringing
And he walks with me
And he talks with me
And he tells me I am his own
And the joy we share as we tarry there
None other has ever known.
A teraz wracam do pakowania moich pudel i pudelek,
zakupu nowych mebli, dywanow itp.
bo dzien przeprowadzki juz sie zbliza wielkimi krokami...
...and now back to packing
'cause the moving day is fast approaching...
'cause the moving day is fast approaching...
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