Italy is mine

My Soul, let's go and enjoy This lovely Sunny Day For the Pouring Rain Will fall again tomorrow And even if I love the Rain And her Dancing Drops I come from the Sun's Home And I Iove his Warm Light more. Vera da Pozzo Somewhere in the North of Italy, 22nd October 2026, 1:30 P. M. A beautiful classic song in my head... Blue Skies shining at me: Nothing but Blue Skies do I see. Bluebirds singing their Song: Nothing but Bluebirds all day long. This morning I had a long walk and

This article, as the birthday poem I have just published, has been sleeping in the drafts since yesterday morning. It is a real blessing to watch ad libitum this beautiful video of Morrissey in Lowell, singing Home is a Question Mark, posted by Ryan Lowry on YouTube: it was a very nice surprise to find it last week, when I was still in Paris and four-letter-wording in Alcatraz. Many thanks to Ryan Lowry, Winnie Wong, Avery Munson Clark, Timothy O'Connell and Jinho Myung who

I had just managed to update my long article which follows a poem to the Unique and Irreplaceable One and contains some childhood memories, while entering Italy and getting closer to the part of my family who lives Somewhere in the North and with whom I will spend my school holidays. I am waiting for the border controls: if the Police is not too busy with people who do not have their ticket, I will proudly show my brand new electronic identity card with a good old-fashioned (

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

During my school holidays in Paris, I am glad to have had the chance to go to the Irish Cultural Centre tonight and watch Clouded Reveries by Ciara Nic Chormaic: a stunning interview-documentary with and about the poet and essayist Doireann Ní Ghríofa, an interesting figure in the Irish literary world. I would have loved to meet her but there was just the director, a resident artist at the Irish Cultural Centre: Ciara Nic Chormaic is a lovely and friendly lady - as all the Ir

Too busy to write, still I have found the time for this drawing. Detail of my artwork. ... and my drawing in its whole. New York, New York...

Looking at the Horizon I see your Profile So Dear to Me, Rhino of Rock: Emerging from the Sea, Surrounded by a Halo Like a Dream at Dawn,...

Leaving Home Because there was no choice And a better place had to be found For Your sake and Mine Old Home, still Ours, and still I...

Last month I went to the Irish Cultural Centre (one of my most favourite places in Paris) and attended a poetry meeting with Dermot...