Alex Langer, a Man of Peace
Last Winter, the bright, earnest and tragic figure of Alex Langer came suddenly to my mind, and I realized how Italian media had...
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Italy is mine
... and it owes me a living
Art and Nature, music and literature, animal and human rights, freedom of thought and speech, kindness, culture and education without boundaries.
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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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Cave Canem Nigrum - Beware of the Black Dog
I dreamt of You, Black Dog, Two weeks ago: You were biting My left Hand, But I resisted And freed Myself. Paris, 2d July 2024 (C) Vera da...
Music is Life, and vice-versa
A sleepless Night Filled with awful dreams A rainy Morning A tiring Day with A horrible Headache In the Afternoon Illness without...
A Bunch of Agapanthuses
She hired You Because You were so Handsome She fired you Because You were too Serious A young Ballet Teacher From Novosibirsk A nice...
... 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...
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...
Salon de l'Agri-Torture
Paris Expo Porte de Versailles is one of the places I avoid the most in Paris: when I came to Paris, I had to visit it three times with...
World Peace is None of Your Business
This is a very old and a really odd world, where peace sounds like a celestial song we will never sing all together, because the human...
The Day when the Sun didn't wake up
The night before, you were with me and you saved me. I didn't forget it, and I never will. Always grateful to You, Moz. "Asleep", single...
Peace on Earth to Men and Women of Good Will
In the astounding Cathedral of Palermo, that Oscar Wilde admired just seven months before his death, a group of animal rights activists...
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