The pouch on my belt can’t carry the blame this time.
Perhaps I wasn’t paying attention. Maybe I can’t read
Italian. But it surely adds an addendum to this post
If I tell you that only Rebecca laughed as we passed
Another addition to my slow growing T-Shirt Collection.
All I saw, as I recall, was a Joseph coat of many letters:

Non ho bisogno di Google.
Mia moglie lo sa tutto.

I have no need of Google.
My wife knows it all.

U be the judge and jury.
Slim and None, attorneys
for the prosecution and
the defense of poetry,
belly up to the bar.

Summarily the queen has delivered her orders.
A plot summary, my wiki.vassal, of La Traviata:

Act I
The courtesan Violetta, recovering from an illness, throws a lavish party.
There, her current lover and would-be one vie for the favors of her affection.
By night’s end, Alfredo the usurper has Violetta singing to herself differently.

Act II
After the lovers live together in the country, they naturally fall apart.
Then they get back together. Then they fall even further apart. Etc.
All this time, in the country and the city, they keep up their singing.

Act III
Almost together, the lovers keep singing in the grim face of death.
Alfredo survives a duel with the Baron, the wicked former lover.
Lovers reunite. Violetta regains her strength to sing. She expires.