Italy is mine

Yesterday evening, somewhere in Paris. Since my childhood, my gaze is naturally intrigued by the strangest things, images and written words I notice around me, and I am particularly fond of involuntary humour and other curious things, like this wonderful trompe-l'œil. Resized photo taken by me from a café in front of this Resthorrorant. Of course, I would never want the people in this building to die, but I dream of a world where meat and dairy were a bad memory from an emba

I have just found on Substack (where I do not publish any content, and I doubt I will do, one day) a call for drawings in support of Turkeys, the victims of Thanksgiving, one of the many "traditions" that deserve to be thrown in the large bin of the past shameful horrors perpetrated by so-called "Humans". I will postpone some artistic project in order to make a drawing and send it before leaving my Country for the rentrée scolaire. This news cheer me up this morning, after a

Too busy this month to check my personal mailboxes, this evening I found an e-mail received twelve days ago: the association L214 asking to fill in a feedback form about the vegan march "Fermons les abattoirs" ("Let's close the slaughterhouses") I joined on 3rd October. I was very happy to join the march, so my only suggestion for the next edition is to make the vegan food stand more visible and with more and cheaper choices, in order to prove to the non-vegan or non-vegetari

I am tired of the Human Rage And I need to turn the Page The Train is running so fast That Cows and Calves are just White Spots on a Green Landscape And I know They cannot escape I see Them, so Peaceful and Quiet While in Paris it's Chaos and Riot People want to rest in Peace After having lived through Wars While They want to live in Peace And to die when Nature calls I look from the Train at these Charolaises And I wonder Who cares about Them I certainly do, and I dream of a

Paris, place de la République, 3rd October: vegan stands and L214 animal rights march supporting the end of the bloody business of the meat industry. I am very disappointed that the Mairie de Paris and the Préfecture de Police have rescheduled the Animal Rights March and the Pride March on the same day: last Summer, both marches were cancelled, due to the extreme heat, but they were scheduled on different dates. I smell a vile attempt to limit the number of participants to th

Waiting for the end of the Murder that is Meat production and consummation, the UK has banned the cruel transport of living animals. Below, the post on Morrissey Central about this good news . These things take time, but... I know it's gonna happen someday. There are lesser and lesser carnivores, while the number of vegans and vegetarians constantly increases. Can you find the song quotes I put in my little post? Vera da Pozzo Paris, 24th January A. D. MMXXVI (C) Vera da Poz

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