Italy is mine

Jet trails in the blue Sky Like the game we used to play When I was a little Child We played it again, few years ago And our Happiness was the same Are You still playing now, there? I wish I could lie On the Cat's Cradle Swinging from the Sky To the Unique and Irreplaceable One Vera da Pozzo 17th January 2026 Poem above and picture below by me. The cat's cradle is called in Italian "ripiglino" (from the verb "ripigliare", which means "to take again") but I remember that it w

An electric candle And simple words Here's my Prayer For the Ones I love On Earth and Above Vera da Pozzo 3rd January A. D. MMXXVI Somewhere in the North of Italy Poem above and picture below by me. Thanks to pareidolia, I see the head of a lion in the capital of the column behind the Holy Virgin Mary. I am glad to have preserved the gift of Imagination when I grew up: it is what art, poetry and literature are made of. (C) Vera da Pozzo (C) Italy is Mine (C) Italy is Mine and

Pictures and Impressions. I will edit and add more pictures and text this weekend. (C) Vera da Pozzo (C) Italy is Mine (C) Italy is Mine...

Like a Flash in the Morning You enter in the Bedroom Slamming the Door But I can't see Your Face: You are White and Bright As a Lightning...

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...

Like the Phoenix I know that You are As You were, and that You will be as You are To You, always and forever Vera da Pozzo Somewhere in...

You gave Me Life You saved My Life You are My Life Now like Then And Forever To You Vera da Pozzo Holy Saturday, 19 April 2025 Sabato...

Dear Lord Jesus Carrying the Cross I will carry It for You Like a Tree Support On this Day of Sadness And Rebellious Hope And when the...

Artwork by me. Detail and the whole drawing. (C) Vera da Pozzo (C) Italy is Mine (C) Italy is Mine and It owes Me a Living Below,...

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

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...

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

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?"...

This year, time is no friend of mine at all, the world is more and more depressing and full of crashing bores and the Black Dog barks and...

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,...

Mid-morning, grey sky and silence: I was not meant to come here, Still I came, for I needed to have a walk In my beloved and quiet...

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...

Juvenile Blackbird, You welcome Me With your Joyful Singing, Swinging on a branch Just in front of Me And all the bad things And the sad...

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...

Let your Butterflies dance Let your Soul be Free From Trivial Matters And Useless Thoughts Free your Spare Time From Worthless People Who...