Italy is mine

Please, don't worry about me Don't ask me about Paris: I'm doing fine, taking time, And - for just a little while - I want to forget Paris And enjoy just being alive. Vera da Pozzo Somewhere in the North of Italy 26.10.26 To an Italian guy who worries about me because of the Puppets' Riot and has sent me three e-mails in two weeks. He certainly will not read this poem, as I jealously keep my blog behind a curtain of mystery: I do not talk about it and the decision to express

Your Loving Gaze follows Me From your Block to their Home I find Peace in my Sorrow For I know You're not gone To the Unique and Irreplaceable One Vera da Pozzo Somewhere in the North of Italy 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 #YourGaze #IfindPeaceinmySorrow #totheUniqueandIrreplaceableone #poem #poetry #memory #love #VeradaPozzo #ItalyisMine #italyismineanditowesmealiving

My Dear Friend, I feel Your Loving Presence Your Arms like a Shield Gently wrapping Me Your Tender Embrace Is not like a Lace But the Purest Knot One can Dream about No Evil, no Harm Could ever reach Me: Your Touch can disarm Every Enemy Your Voice, Strong and Warm, Guides Me through the Storm And soothing my Mind Leaves the Gloom behind To YOU Vera da Pozzo Somewhere in the North of Italy 24th October 2026 Poem above and photograph below by me, taken this morning, while writ

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

The Sun has melted the Fog Who kept the Sky captive And now I can see your Eyes In all their Light Blue Brightness Dear Wise Man, now Centenarian How I wish I could rewind Time And unchain my captive Mind Print my Poems and my Drawings Without any Hesitation And allow You to give Me Your Farewell Gift - the Book You wanted so bad to publish For You knew I should be known Despite my Modesty and Shyness But I was wrapped up in the Fog Of the complete Antithesis of Love Who dail

Eighteen Months without You Never will I get through But I know, I do know When I see a White Dove It is You from Above And I stop feeling low. To the Unique and Irreplaceable One Vera da Pozzo On the rails 17th October A. D. MMXXVI Poem and detail of the artwork above by me. I drew it on my diary early this afternoon in Paris: it is more a sketch than a proper drawing because I had a very short time before leaving the Ville Lumière, but I love the non finito effect and also

Handsome and Timeless You looked like a Russian Pianist and Composer From the early 20th Century On the black-and-white portraits I saw of You, Dear Uncle Green Eyes like our Sea Kind and Rebel Gentleman You died Young and Childless And your Wife never forgot You Always cherishing your Memory Eleven Years of Happiness She treasured every Second And She lived a very Long Life For You both, because She loved You As much as You loved Her, and... Semper vivit Amor Love lives Fore

My Dearest Friend I keep You in Mind As the Young Blackbird Rescued from Ravens Held in my Small Hands The Biggest Treasure Because You're Nature And Good is What You bring For Art is an Eternal Spring. To YOU Vera da Pozzo Paris, 8th/9th October 2026 Poem above by me, from an idea I had early on Thursday morning. Photo below by me, taken in my dearest Parisian park today. (C) Vera da Pozzo (C) Italy is Mine (C) Italy is Mine and It owes Me a Living #IkeepYouinMind #Mind #gen

Come here Without fear There is nothing to Prove to nobody Don't impress Just express And never crave For attention Don't you see? Live and be For nothing else Matter to me Vera da Pozzo Paris, 4th October 2026 I could not help writing something today: the incipit of this poem popped into my head when I woke up, as a ray of light in the haze of the cold I have caught; and, when the Inspiration calls, all I can do is to write. Poem and short article above by me, as the picture

Back from Alcatraz, early this afternoon, I took this photograph in a very unbeautiful Parisian spot, where I found, nonetheless, Beauty and Poetry in a White Dove. These last times I often see doves like this one, and I know they are messengers of Good Things to come. The Shiny White Dove walking and the Dark Black tramway tunnel made me think about Saint John of the Cross (Juan de la Cruz, born Juan Yepes de Álvarez, 1542-1591), a Spanish priest and Carmelite friar, born f

Saturday Night's Laundry Falling asleep while writing How Hard has this Week been? Not enough to make Me Weak For the Light that shines in Me Will never be switched off And You will never be Far From my Gentle Thoughts To YOU Vera da Pozzo Paris, 27th September 2026 Poem above and photographs below by me, taken this morning in my beloved Parisian park. [I will add more pictures later] (C) Vera da Pozzo (C) Italy is Mine (C) Italy is Mine and It owes Me a Living #AnotherMessag

The Summer has just ended But the Weather is still warm On this Night of September You say Goodbye to your Friends You don't know it's a Farewell Alone, You're walking back Home A Smile on your Childlike Face You are just eighteen years old Never again You'll see your Mom And You will never grow old Federico Aldrovandi Your Name could fit to A Middle-Ages Knight But you are just a Boy Born in the Eighties Caught in the Night By four Murderers In Bloody Uniforms Who'd make blu

Standing firm A Hard Day's Night But it's all right Far from the Fight Mr. Shankly Standing blankly Is so frankly Unanointed Disappointed And Disjointed For I resist And rise my Fist And still persist Vera da Pozzo Paris , 23rd September 2026 Poem above and photo below by me. Beauté en banlieue. Even in the ugliest places I can find Beauty, like this shiny Moon at 8 P. M. When I was finally back to Paris, I felt I would have found more messages to cheer me up, so I had a look

It's already Tomorrow in Paris And there is Something I have to tell You... Sing and Shine And be Fine Tomorrow Night To YOU Vera da Pozzo Paris, 22nd September 2026 Short poem by me. I was so tired by my very long day that I fell asleep just in the middle of my writing, and I finished it two hours later, when I woke up because l was thirsty. Photo below taken this morning (the only day when I do not have to wake up too early and rush to my four-letter word place) during a ve

May your Day be Happy as a Jaybird May the Rainbow find its way Through the Clouds and the Rain And colour your Morning so far away To YOU Vera da Pozzo Paris, 19th September 2026 Short poem above and photo below by me. A new start. (C) Vera da Pozzo (C) Italy is Mine (C) Italy is Mine and It owes Me a Living #GoodMorningtoYou #LovelyDay #Rain #Rainbow #flowers #happyasajaybird #faraway #friendship #message #poetry #photography #toYOU #VeradaPozzo #ItalyisMine #italyismineand

Whatever happens, my Friend, I'll always think of you kindly. To YOU Vera da Pozzo So far, yet so near 18th September 2026, 22:22 Micro-poem above, added article [update] and photos are all by me, as usual. Below, picture taken this afternoon: one of my favourite spots in my dear Parisian park. [Update on the same day - evening in Paris, France - afternoon in Chicago, Illinois] So, just after posting my message, I took a look at Morrissey Central and I found this post. I do l

Good Night and sleep tight, My Friend Sleep more and better Than Me Sleep well, my Dear, And have The best Dreams You can Dream of Sleep and dream for Me Too, 'cause I can't do the same It's Time For Me to get up And go To Four-Letter Word To YOU Vera da Pozzo Paris, 17th September 2026 Poem by me. Illustration below... coming soon - i. e., as soon is possible, but certainly not now. Update - photo taken by me early this morning, before starting to four-letter word. (C) Vera

Tomorrow is Now And I will reach You Anyway, somehow To YOU Vera da Pozzo Paris, 15th September 2026 Short poem above and photo below by me. A beautiful and gracious dove in my dearly beloved Parisian park. (C) Vera da Pozzo (C) Italy is Mine (C) Italy is Mine and It owes Me a Living #tomorrowisnow #tomorrow #now #IwillreachYou #anyway #somehow #toYOU #poetry #message #action #VeradaPozzo #ItalyisMine #italyismineanditowesmealiving

My Love Is like A Dove: Pure and At ease In the Sky But so Shy On the Ground Vera da Pozzo Paris 12th September 2026 Short poem above and photo below by me. Picture taken today after a very long, happy promenade in my beloved Parisian park. (C) Vera da Pozzo (C) Italy is Mine (C) Italy is Mine and It owes Me a Living #LikeaDove #dove #love #nature #poetry #photography #VeradaPozzo #ItalyisMine #italyismineanditowesmealiving