Letters to Oscar Wilde …
…long after his death
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Flores
My dear Oscar, Flores … flores por los mortes … could be wrong … what do I know …. it is the sentiment Oscar, dear, it is the sentiment of butterfly wings and silken petals to rain down on you, stick to your eyelids, glorify and rest you. I wish you rest and glory and…
‘Tis the season ….
Hello Oscar, Long time – no contact! I miss our time together, when we would chew the fat of modern dilemma and uncertain future and mysterious past. Our secret time, across lost millennia, thoughts and psychic transportation, from your hot theatre-land to your secluded cell, and my life, public, private, oh so weighted to private.…
Trip to the park.
My dear Oscar, I took a trip to the park. These were my impressions: She knew, as soon as she walked into the cafe-cum-shop that was located in the middle of the park, that she was destined to buy much more than she actually wanted or needed. “Oh – and an ice cream – yes,…
Letters to Oscar Wilde 