Italy is mine

A freezy, sunny Day In Père Lachaise: Just like an impromptu, As I had something to do In Place Gambetta, I took my time and Visited my Friends This Afternoon On the top of the Trees Tiny Birds were singing Their Happiness, telling That Spring is nearer And Oscar and Robbie Could hear their songs As the Sun warmed The Sphynx and the Gravestone above An Unexpected Meeting And a Nice Conversation With a Tourist from New York In front of Wilde's Tomb Vera da Pozzo Paris, 19th Ja

Thank God, and against all odds, I managed to finish my artwork on Wednesday evening, just in time for the collective exhibition in Paris. My drawings were ready the day before but, as I had to get up very early to go to work on Wednesday, I had to put up the whole artwork and write the message (which is also its title) in the evening, during the vernissage. Even if it was absolutely not planned - and, to be honest, I would rather have my artwork already on the wall - it was

I was There - somehow - in my Mind And I knew it would be a Great Time Well done, Silver Boy: Keep spreading your Joy Enlightening Souls and Faces; I will see You in Nearby Places Vera da Pozzo An Italian in Paris 11th January 2026 Poem above by me, as always; the pictures below are by someone else. As I am not on social media, I have found these photos on Morrissey-solo, with the due credits to the people who took them. Thanks to an unkown (to me) lady called Anna Gomez for

Below: my personal homage to Oscar Wilde on his birthday page in my diary. As I was (too much) busy last Thursday, I made this drawing on Friday. Drawing made by me with a black Bic pen and three Damascene rose blossoms. (C) Vera da Pozzo (C) Italy is Mine (C) Italy is Mine and It owes Me a Living #HappyBirthdayOscarWilde #OscarWilde #literature #art #life #drawing #artwork #Morrissey #VeradaPozzo #ItalyisMine #italyismineanditowesmealiving

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