Italy is mine

You were the Unwanted One A difficult child who became An Unaccomplished Woman With a Distant Mother A quite Vulgar Husband And an Adopted Daughter You always leaned on Your Devoted Brother Who did his best to replace Your Late, Regretted Father He always held his Pain hidden While You became Ego-ridden Always needing a stage and a crowd You spoke and You laughed too loud An absolute Stranger to Me in Life When You died You forgot the Knife Stuck on my Back for What You did T

I am waiting since this Morning Watching how the Lightning Strikes Are ripping up the Doomy Skies Thunders' roars are approaching They urge the Rain to fight Fate But the Sleeping Rain is late I've been waiting all Day long For the Thunderstorm to boom Now the Rain drowns the Doom I can sing my unsung Song Let my Message unfold To the One I do behold Vera da Pozzo Somewhere in the North of Italy 20th August 2026 Poem above and pictures below by me, of course. (C) Vera da Pozz

If Time passes My Happiness Cannot vanish And I'll cherish All my life long The very Moment In your Song That We spent Shaking Hands For a while Smiling Friends You and I To YOU Vera da Pozzo 19th August 2026 Poem by me, of course. Below: detail of a picture taken by a French friend. (C) Vera da Pozzo (C) Italy is Mine (C) Italy is Mine and It owes Me a Living #onemonthago #shakinghands #smilingfriends #beautifulmemories #goodmemoriestocherish #happiness #joy #friendship #mus

Sixteen Months is a long Time Longer than Eternity And the Distance is so far Huger than Infinity Like a Black Hole in my Dreams I cannot see your Shadow I cannot hear your Echo I have no Consolation To the Unique and Irreplaceable One Vera da Pozzo 17th August A. D. MMXXVI Poem above and photo below by me. (C) Vera da Pozzo (C) Italy is Mine (C) Italy is Mine and It owes Me a Living #SixteenMonths #poem #poetry #photography #memory #totheUniqueandIrrepleacebleOne #VeradaPozz

I prayed for your Mother This morning, my Friend: It's all I can do, and I hope This tiny bit of Sweetness Will find a way to reach You And caress your Sadness To YOU Vera da Pozzo Somewhere in the North of Italy 13th August A. D. MMXXVI Poem above and photos by me. (C) Vera da Pozzo (C) Italy is Mine (C) Italy is Mine and It owes Me a Living #aPrayerforyourMother #prayer #mother #poetry #photography #memory #sadness #sweetness #friend #toYOU #VeradaPozzo

The Sun may be eclipsed by the Moon But No One can eclipse You in my Mind To YOU Vera da Pozzo Somewhere in the North of Italy 12th August 2026 Short poem above and photos below by me. (C) Vera da Pozzo (C) Italy is Mine (C) Italy is Mine and It owes Me a Living #Eclipse #Sun #Moon #poem #poetry #photography #noonecaneclipseyou #toYOU #VeradaPozzo #ItalyisMine #italyismineanditowesmealiving

You came to Me again last night -- Birds of Paradise, vivid blue t-shirt - And here You are again, with your Smile And your wondrous, beautiful Eyes, Enlightening the Night and my Dreams With the Purest Joy that You always bring Even in the Darkest Depths of Sorrow When the Soul seemed too frail to fly high To YOU Vera da Pozzo Somewhere in the North of Italy 6th-7th July 2026 Poem above by me - as always, without Artificial Idiocy. Pictures below by me, taken yesterday in th

There was a time, long before I was born, when Italy had artists who really knew what really meant to be a protest singer and songwriter: among these people, the first and the greatest was Francesco Guccini (Modena, 14 June 1940 - Pavana, 6 August 2026). Francesco Guccini was indeed, artistically and not just physically, a giant; all his life and throughout his long career, he believed in the power of songs to make the people reflect upon social and political questions, take

May the Night be Quiet Without Fever nor Worry And the Crickets' Love Song Let Me sleep and dream along Vera da Pozzo Somewhere in the North of Italy 4th August 2026, 10:59 P. M. Poem above and photo below by me. A solitary cricket I have met in the morning. (C) Vera da Pozzo (C) Italy is Mine (C) Italy is Mine and It owes Me #MaytheNightbeQuiet #poem #poetry #night #quietness #peaceofmind #health #

I don't know why, but I feel what You feel And I hope You will hear My soft Voice tonight Whispering from the distance: "Your Melancholy is mine " And I hope You will feel My tiny, tender Hand Gently holding Yours. To YOU Vera da Pozzo Somewhere in the North of Italy 2nd August 2026 Poem above and photo below by me. (C) Vera da Pozzo (C) Italy is Mine (C) Italy is Mine and It owes Me a Living #SharedFeelings #fromthedistance #friendship #feelings #melancholy #softvoice #gentl

The Fever still runs through my Skin But I grab the Ladder, climb and cling To the Safety Rail, looking at your Portrait, And soon a Rain of Tears speaks for Me: "Are You well where You are? How your Neighbours are? Are your Siblings with You And your Parents too?" "Do You feel happier now? Did You meet Him again? Did You realize, now, how much He loved You and cared for You?". And, about Me: "Do You know all the Evil Things they did To Me? But I stood alone and I stood firm

Heat outside Fever inside I cannot sleep Into the deep Of the very same bed Where you laid dead Like a morgue, the train Gave me the stupid pain Of a nasty Summer Flu Which sticks me as Glue And now this makes me feel As I had a spoke on my wheel Vera da Pozzo Somewhere in the North of Italy 30th July 2026 Poem above and photo below by me. My room at night. I hope this stupid Flu will be over soon. (C) Vera da Pozzo (C) Italy is Mine (C) Italy is Mine and It owes Me a Living

How the Hell I forgot Your Gift in the cabin? Will it be found and An Earnest Person Will give it back to Me? Will You forgive Me for This Mess making me Sad? I know, I know, I know well: I should never care For Material Things But I terribly miss You And I feel Guilty and Sad For What happened On the Ferry today To the Unique and Irreplaceable One Vera da Pozzo Barcelona, 24th July 2026 (C) Vera da Pozzo (C) Italy is Mine (C) Italy is Mine and It owes Me a Living #lostandfou

It's the Nineteenth Birthday We can't celebrate And I greatly miss You Still You always stand by Me Like You did when I was Just a Rosebud in your Arms And even if I can't see You Nor hold your Hand anymore I know that You're Glad To see how I'm not Sad Today, so that I can gift You My Best and Happiest Smile Buon Compleanno to the most Beloved and the most Regretted Vera da Pozzo 20th July A. D. MMXXVI Poem above and photo below by me, taken in Asti, Piedmont, Italy. (C) Ver

Last weekend, I saw and heard plenty of sparrows in Lillestrøm and Oslo: a joy for the eyes, the ears, the heart and the soul. I remembered the old and happy times, when sparrows were numerous in our street and their joyous chirping filled our tiny garden and echoed into our modest home. Back to Paris, where, as in Palermo, the sparrows' population have dramatically decreased since 2005, I have had the joy to see them in various places where their survival is made possible by

From Norway to Sweden, the tour goes on... Sing and shine, Fantastic Bird: Be happy and proud And enjoy the crowd To YOU Vera da Pozzo Paris, 1st July 2026 Article, tiny poem and photo below by me. This purple Wisteria (glicine viola in Italian) is ready for a new start. (C) Vera da Pozzo (C) Italy is Mine (C) Italy is Mine and it owes me a Living #anotherCountryanotherStart #fromNorwaytoSweden #Morrissey #2026Tour #SummerTour2026 #Europe #NewEuropeanTour #Rättvik #Sweden #D

A Pure Soul can be hurt, But never soiled: Her Wings stay strong Among Turmoil - Nevertheless, They need to rest In a Safe Place For a little while Vera da Pozzo Paris, 19th June 2026 Poem above, whole article and photo below by me, of course. Lavender is, indeed, a quiet and safe place for this Cabbage White (Pieris brassicæ) to rest and have some good nectar: to fly with an injured wing must be terribly exhausting - and I need to rest myself too, if I want to fly again, as

A quiet early morning In my dearest Park Before the heat Starts to hit Through the drops Kissing the leaves A little Rainbow Quickly appears On the fresh wet grass The Blackbird looks at Me And his gentle, soulful gaze Says : "Hello, my Saviour! I'm always glad to see You And I'll remember forever You were my Lucky Escape From the Ravens' Attack. I know Evil People harm You But They will never soil You Because You are Brave and Stronger than the Vile Mob. Enjoy the Good You

Drink your own Poison: You made It and You deserve It I am not like You all And I will never play Your vile, cruel Game I don't believe in Devil And I know that Evil Is what is chosen by Envious, Silly Losers Who hate all the Good, Sincere and Brave People I will never be like You, for I keep my Heart and Mind Well away from You all And all your malicious Words and Actions Vera da Pozzo Paris, 15th June 2026 Poem by me, photo aussi. The coffee that somebody took for me (with

You are always by my side In spite of the Blue Hour Of many New Moons ago A White Flower to the most Beloved and the most Regretted Vera da Pozzo Paris, 14th June 2026 Short poem and photos below by me. (C) Vera da Pozzo (C) Italy is Mine (C) Italy is Mine and It owes Me a Living #BlueHourWhiteFlower #BlueHour #WhiteFlower #ManyNewMoonsAgo #NewMoon #memory #love #eternity #poetry #photography #flowers #nature #VeradaPozzo #ItalyisMine #italyismineanditowesmealiving