Le blog de CONY FOR OSCAR WILDEhttp://www.conyshessonforoscarwilde.com/2008-03-07T15:17:37Zover-blog.com Atom 1.0 Generatorhttp://accel6.fdata.over-blog.com/99/00/00/01/img/avatar.pnghttp://www.conyshessonforoscarwilde.com/article-19671876.htmlIN GOD WE TRUST2008-05-18T17:20:16Z2008-05-18T17:06:00ZCONY FOR OSCAR WILDEhttp://www.over-blog.com/profil/blogueur-1146665.html<img src="http://idata.over-blog.com/1/83/88/02//Photocony-426.jpg" />
"The gods are strange. It is not our vices only they make instruments to scourge us. They bring us to ruin
through what in us is good, gentle, humane, loving. But for my pity and affection for you and yours, I would not now be weeping in this terrible place."OSCAR WILDEhttp://www.conyshessonforoscarwilde.com/article-18798566.htmlFOR MY LOVE...2008-04-17T00:12:31Z2008-04-16T19:49:00ZCONY FOR OSCAR WILDEhttp://www.over-blog.com/profil/blogueur-1146665.html
"OSCAR WILDE Liked Italy as homeland of all the dreams"
"per te mio amore, la nostra canzone e per il nostro paese.. come te dice "Forza Italia" Cony Shesson"
http://www.conyshessonforoscarwilde.com/article-18796791.htmlI MYSELF AM HEAVEN AND HELL2008-04-16T20:45:38Z2008-04-16T18:48:00ZCONY FOR OSCAR WILDEhttp://www.over-blog.com/profil/blogueur-1146665.html<img src="http://idata.over-blog.com/1/83/88/02//Photocony-381.jpg" />
" According to a work of Toulouse Lautrec portrait of Oscar Wilde of 1895 "
"I send my soul though the Invisible, some letter of that after life to spell : And by and by my soul return'd to me,
and answer'd: "I myself am Heaven and<a href="http://www.conyshessonforoscarwilde.com/article-18796791.htmlhttp://www.conyshessonforoscarwilde.com/article-18659974.htmlWithout counterfeiting2008-04-11T23:14:58Z2008-04-11T22:12:00ZCONY FOR OSCAR WILDEhttp://www.over-blog.com/profil/blogueur-1146665.htmlTo my best friend, my small sister... Cony Shesson
"It 's difficult to be not unfair with people we love."
OSCAR WILDEhttp://www.conyshessonforoscarwilde.com/article-18588024.htmlALL MEN KILL THE THING THEY LOVE2008-04-09T14:15:06Z2008-04-09T13:56:00ZCONY FOR OSCAR WILDEhttp://www.over-blog.com/profil/blogueur-1146665.html<img src="http://idata.over-blog.com/1/83/88/02//Photocony-379.jpg" />
"In
Reading gaol by Reading town
There is a pit of shame,
And in it lies a wretched man
Eaten by teeth of flame,
In a burning winding-sheet he lies,
And his grave has got no name.
And there, till Christ call forth<a href="http://www.conyshessonforoscarwilde.com/article-18588024.htmlhttp://www.conyshessonforoscarwilde.com/article-18108453.htmlMEMORY2008-03-26T01:20:35Z2008-03-26T00:20:00ZCONY FOR OSCAR WILDEhttp://www.over-blog.com/profil/blogueur-1146665.html<img src="http://idata.over-blog.com/1/83/88/02//Photocony-377-copie-2.jpg" />
"Only what is spiritual build its own form. If I cannot find the secret on myself , I shall never find it. If I
already do not have it, it will never come to me."OSCAR WILDE (De Profundis)
<a href="http://www.conyshessonforoscarwilde.com/article-18108453.htmlhttp://www.conyshessonforoscarwilde.com/article-18029895.htmlJUST LIKE PARADISE2008-03-24T00:46:09Z2008-03-23T22:52:00ZCONY FOR OSCAR WILDEhttp://www.over-blog.com/profil/blogueur-1146665.html<img src="http://idata.over-blog.com/1/83/88/02//Photocony-367.jpg" />
"We were as men who through a fen
Of filthy darkness grope:
We did not dare to breathe a prayer,
Or to give our anguish scope:
Something was dead in each of us,
And what was dead was Hope.
For Man's grim Justice goes its way
And will not<a href="http://www.conyshessonforoscarwilde.com/article-18029895.htmlhttp://www.conyshessonforoscarwilde.com/article-17870708.htmlWILDE AND SUNFLOWERS (part 2)2008-03-19T13:20:15Z2008-03-19T13:01:00ZCONY FOR OSCAR WILDEhttp://www.over-blog.com/profil/blogueur-1146665.html<img src="http://idata.over-blog.com/1/83/88/02//Photocony-363.jpg" />
No artist is ever morbid. The artist can express everything. Thought and language are to the artist instruments of an art. Vice an virtue are to the artist materials for an art. From the
point of view of form, the type of all the arts is the art of the musician. From the<a href="http://www.conyshessonforoscarwilde.com/article-17870708.htmlhttp://www.conyshessonforoscarwilde.com/article-17870108.htmlWILDE AND SUNFLOWERS2008-03-19T13:05:05Z2008-03-19T12:43:00ZCONY FOR OSCAR WILDEhttp://www.over-blog.com/profil/blogueur-1146665.html<img src="http://idata.over-blog.com/1/83/88/02//Photocony-364.jpg" />The artist is the creator of beautiful things.
To reveal art and conceal the artist is art'aim.
The critic is he who can translate into another manner or a new material his impression of beautiful things. The highest, as the lowest, form of criticism is a mode of autobiography.Those who find ugly meanings in<a href="http://www.conyshessonforoscarwilde.com/article-17870108.htmlhttp://www.conyshessonforoscarwilde.com/article-17538380.htmlTHE PICTURE DORIAN GRAY2008-03-10T14:50:24Z2008-03-10T14:40:00ZCONY FOR OSCAR WILDEhttp://www.over-blog.com/profil/blogueur-1146665.html<img src="http://idata.over-blog.com/1/83/88/02//Photocony-358.jpg" />
"The true madman, that gods mocks at or destroy, is the one who does not knows himself...
I have been that for so long time "
OSCAR WILDE
"I AM EVERYTHING LESS THAN PERFECT, I COULD NEVER BE, CAUSE HUMAN<a href="http://www.conyshessonforoscarwilde.com/article-17538380.html