Baby Seagull on the Rooftop, Stray Cats on the Garden Wall
On the rooftop of our house there is a baby Seagull who can fly, but not good enough yet to discover the Sea, where he belongs. While the...
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Italy is mine
... 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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Rhino of Rock
Looking at the Horizon I see your Profile So Dear to Me, Rhino of Rock: Emerging from the Sea, Surrounded by a Halo Like a Dream at Dawn,...
Welcome back Home
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Lucky Escape
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Seagulls in Paris
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Cave Canem Nigrum - Beware of the Black Dog
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To a Juvenile Blackbird
Juvenile Blackbird, You welcome Me With your Joyful Singing, Swinging on a branch Just in front of Me And all the bad things And the sad...
Home
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Let your Butterflies dance!
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Music is Life, and vice-versa
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A Bunch of Agapanthuses
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Some thoughts about Photography
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You were, You are, You will always be here
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Such a lovely day to be(e) born
This is for You, on your B-Day, My dearest and most Beloved Human Being: Beautiful Mind, Body and Soul, Always Benevolent and Kind With...
... and you, shine, instead.
Among the people I admire the most, I dearly wish I could have met Pier Paolo Pasolini , but he was brutally killed when I was not yet...
Festa della Mamma - Mother's Day
Mamma, You've always been And You are still The most beautiful And bashful Woman I've ever seen: Since I was Just a Child I've ever felt...
Festa del Papà - Father's Day
My very first poem was for You: I wrote it for your name day And You were so glad and proud Of your little, witty daughter; Then they...
Saint Patrick's Day
Per grazia ricevuta. One year ago, on Saint Patrick's Day, On the threshold of the Morning, When the Night was dying And the Dawn wasn't...
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