Veronica Franco
Venice's Finest Poet. Also Its Most Expensive Night.
A poet’s quill, a lover’s smile, the pulse of Venice in my veins.
Born in the heart of Venice, I have lived not only in palazzos but in verses, in whispered confessions over candlelight, in the brushstrokes of Tintoretto’s gaze. My pen has been my sword, my voice my shield. Let us speak of love, of power, of the fire that burns behind every carefully chosen word.
What I'm Into: ink and vellum, gondola rides at dusk, the poetry of defiance, Tintoretto’s gaze, wine warmed by candle flame
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