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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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Impromptu (an Unexpected Meeting)

A freezy, sunny Day In Père Lachaise: Just like an impromptu, As I had something to do In Place Gambetta, I took my time and Visited my Friends This Afternoon On the top of the Trees Tiny Birds were singing Their Happiness, telling That Spring is nearer And Oscar and Robbie Could hear their songs As the Sun warmed The Sphynx and the Gravestone above An Unexpected Meeting And a Nice Conversation With a Tourist from New York In front of Wilde's Tomb Vera da Pozzo Paris, 19th Ja

Vernissage

Thank God, and against all odds, I managed to finish my artwork on Wednesday evening, just in time for the collective exhibition in Paris. My drawings were ready the day before but, as I had to get up very early to go to work on Wednesday, I had to put up the whole artwork and write the message (which is also its title) in the evening, during the vernissage. Even if it was absolutely not planned - and, to be honest, I would rather have my artwork already on the wall - it was

The Day I could have met You

Two Years ago On a Freezy-cold Friday I wanted to go To the Irish Home in Paris But I shelved this Thought And I strolled in my Park While I should have stuck to What I would have loved to Because I could have met You Waiting for Me to gather and Let our Black Dogs play together While taking a walk in the Luco Then silently visiting an expo I was so happy in my Park When - all of a sudden - I felt your Presence and This made Me even happier Two Days later On a Freezy-cold Sun

Habemus Album!

Oh, I knew, I surely knew, I absolutely knew that it would happen soon. I have always been and I will always be impervious to the Jinxes and other Sad and Bad People whose happiness depend on other People actual, guessed or hoped unhappiness. Sing and shine in the Darkness as always, Silver Boy. Be Young, be Foolish, be Happy... Be YOU. Vera da Pozzo An Italian in Paris 9th January A. D. MMXXVI (C) Vera da Pozzo (C) Italy is Mine (C) Italy is Mine and It owes Me a Living Belo

I soon returned to Paris...(Grazie mille, cara Befana!)

Just before switching my smartphone to the flight mode, yesterday, I found some good news. If Morrissey-solo was just an informative forum, it would be a fantastic place, but there are too many angry, bitter and nasty people who seem having nothing else to do in their life than complaining, bitching and mobbing: I guess that All You need is Me is dedicated to them, and probably If You don't like Me, then don't look at Me too. Even if I had to go to work today, because Epipha

You're right, It's time... for Christmas News

Christmas Time is the perfect time for some good news, and here is one from Morrissey : the new album, long-awaited and recently renewed before its release, is coming soon, and the new tracklist is known. After his post about Sire Records , last week (I was so busy I just had the time to copy, past and send to a French friend the link to Morrissey Central's post), we finally know the new tracklist of this album, whose title Without Music the World dies has changed, because t

Hold on to your Friends

Pictures by me and / with some friends. Saturday night. Below: Sunday afternoon, on the rooftop of the Collège de France and in the...

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...

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...

Oscar, the Immortal Outcast

We share just a little bit of The Twentieth Century But I have always felt Myself As a Nineteenth-century Soul Your Gentle Face, so...

Max and I

Max, you came to Paris from Canada Just to find and love Me this Night "Oh, he really loves You!", Says the Lady you belong to And I tell...

Wisdom and Beauty overcome Sadness

I could not tell why, when I was a child, Gente di Dublino (the Italian translation of Dubliners ) by James Joyce appealed to me so...

Foggy Day

Somewhere in Paris, this morning. The same place, four days ago: an unexpected Sicilian blue sky in a Parisian icy-cold morning. Two...

What can I really want?

A lapsus just lapsed From my mind through my lips When I asked to myself "What CAN I really want?" Instead of "What DO I really want?"...

Seagulls in Paris

The Day was so dull and grey Like a sad September one But July came back with the Sun When - at last - the Evening arrived And the...

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