Bizâncio

Conduzam-me à outrora grande Bizâncio, com os seus loucos imperadores e santos ascetas. Enquanto uns se maravilham com Istambul, eu choro pela queda de Bizâncio...

"An aged man is but a paltry thing,
A tattered coat upon stick, unless
Soul clap its hands and sing, and louder sing
For every tatter in its mortal dress.
Nor is there singing school but studying
Monuments of its own magnificence;
And therefore I have sailed the seas and come
To the holy city of Bizantium"
Yeats - Sailling to Byzantium