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... and it owes me a living
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Vera da Pozzo, an Italian expat in Paris.
From the Island of the Sun to the Isle of France.
My pseudonym Vera da Pozzo is a pun alluding to what I care about most : truth and loyalty, depth and insight. In my mother tongue, the syntagma "vera da pozzo" means a puteal, but it could be a female name followed by a family name. Water is indispensable for living, and we need to keep it pure and unpolluted; it is the same for truth.
I write in English because I love this language since my childhood and also because English allows me to have a more detached view on both Italy and France. The title of my personal website and blog is a paraphrasis of the verse "England is mine and it owes me a living", from Morrissey's song "Still Ill", released in The Smiths debut album "The Smiths" on 20th February 1984. As Italy had nothing to offer to young people like me, I decided to throw my arms around Paris, as Oscar Wilde did, and I am still here. Like francophone actor Lino Ventura, I am and I will always be Italian.
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Saint Patrick's Day
If I weren't Italian I'd surely be Irish Below: picture of the poem I wrote yesterday by chosing, cutting and pasting words taken from...
Anna Magnanimous
You, Unwanted Child Of a Missing Father And a Distant Mother, Craving for your Mum's Love That Aunties and Grandma Could never...
The last of the famous New York Dolls - Remembering David Johansen, aka Buster Poindexter
It was not unexpected, but this does not make the news less sad. Not surprisingly, it is Morrissey who has announced this morning that...
In Your Memory, in Your Shadow
(To be continued...) (C) Vera da Pozzo (C) Italy is Mine (C) Italy is Mine and It owes Me a Living (C) Vera da Pozzo
Why bother?
Below, a very wise advice. Translation by me: "Don't spend your life giving too much explanations: true friends don't need them; enemies...
The Forerunner Bee
On this Shiny Sunny Sunday I was going to my Park (Just a few steps left) When a gentle, tiny Bee Settled on my left arm And then to my...
I will see You in nearby places
I have never had the chance to attend a Morrissey's concert in my Home Country before. Happily, this time some dates and places are OK...
Vera meets Vera
Her name is Vera for real, and she's learning how to be the perfect companion for a blind human. I cuddled her for a while and she was...
Bonne Nouvelle
My outfit for my rendez-vous karaoke today. On my way to the Karafun Bar, just after the new good news about Morrissey's European tour, I...
The Soul is an Immortal Bird
Artwork by me. Detail and the whole drawing. (C) Vera da Pozzo (C) Italy is Mine (C) Italy is Mine and It owes Me a Living Below,...
Where there's a Will, there's always a Way
See You soon, Silver Boy! Fan presale on Wednesday. To look for the right fan presale link without being on the social media was not easy...
11 February 1985 - 11 February 2025: "Meat is Murder" turns 40
When I was a small child, the sad, dreadful sight of the poor blood-covered carcasses of cows, calves, sheep, goats, chickens and fish...
Good News
Quoting the song Danny Boy (1913) by Frederic Weatherly : English lyrics on an Irish folk tune, Londonderry's Air . Below, a lovely red...
The Smiths in 1959: how to make fun of music trends by using AI - and I even don't like AI
I have just found on YouTube and listened to this compilation of The Smiths' Greatest Hits from... 1959 (Morrissey's birth year) and I...
Epiphany and Anniversary
On this Day I left my Home, City and Country For the Unknown And - somehow - there is still A part of Unknown In the Life I have made And...
Some doors have to be closed
Some doors have to be closed for good The sanest thing to do is keep them closed To people ruining other people's life Because they just...
In memoriam
Everybody's Friend Was your Name But Nobody knows What drew You into The Unutterable Void That seemed so airy To your weary Heart Unhappy...
Good Times for a Change, Times for a Good Change
It is time to get rid of All the Bad Things And the Sad Thoughts Weighing on my Soul Like Uninvited Guests I have washed away All of Them...
La fitta sassaiola dell'ingiuria - When the stones of abuse are hurled at me
This article should have been written one year ago, but life's aleas did not allow me the time to write it. Saint Stephen, the first...
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