Italy is mine

Three Dogs at Home Loaded with Energy And Happiness Rushing in the Garden Like Children One comes back to Me With Sparkling Eyes and Grabs my Hands Waking up, going out Three Dogs outside Wagging Tails for Joy Like my Dream Enjoying the Sun So Warm and Kind In Autumn One kisses my Hands And He doesn't want To leave Me Vera da Pozzo Somewhere in the North of Italy 29th October 2026 Poem above written by me on a whim this afternoon; photograph below taken by me last August, exa

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 enjoy an Unexpected Free Hour Like a Child who enjoys her Playtime Vera da Pozzo Alcatraz, 30th September 2026 During my free hour this morning, I checked Morrissey's website for more news and I was happy I could immediately watch a new George Rae's fan made video, featuring Buster Keaton with the live version of Home is a Question Mark sung by Morrissey in Buffalo last week. While many fans focus on the erotic verses, to me, this song is more about Someone longing for the

Today my beloved Palermo celebrates, for the second time every year, its principal Patron Saint: Rosalia Sinibaldi, the beautiful, pious and mysterious hermite who left her rich family, refused to marry and embraced Nature and Contemplation instead. From my family home, which is in a working-class periphery by the sea, I can admire the Promontory of Monte Pellegrino: as I child, I dreamt of living there like Saint Rosalia, enjoying the company of animals and trees. I drew a w

A fantastic experience tonight, at the Irish Cultural Centre. Thanks to Gaff for his humour, his kindness and the good vibes: it was a great night and I am happy and proud to have managed to write down my story just two hours before the start, sitting in the tranquil, peaceful and lovely courtyard of the Irish Cultural Centre, a locus amœnus where all the Good and Beautiful Things gather. Photos by me. Thanks to the other storytellers and the nice and lovely people who were t

The lonely bench Still waits for You To sit and enjoy it When the day is done And the air is fair While the sun goes down But You have...

Somewhere Somehow I am Here And Now Vera da Pozzo, Italy (not at home), 25th December 2024 Pictures taken by me, somewhere in Italy,...

On the rooftop of our house there is a baby Seagull who can fly, but not good enough yet to discover the Sea, where he belongs. While the...

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...