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

I just opened my Diary To a Random Page And it's the Page of your Birthday And my Cabaret It's far, and there is no Hurry: We'll spend our Time Meanwhile, in our own Way And without Regret Vera da Pozzo To Someone Special Somewhere in the North of Italy 26th October 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 #arandompageinmydiary #Birthday #Cabaret #thereisnohurry #time #future #inourownway #toSomeoneSp

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

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 Matters 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 pictur

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

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

I was walking in my Park Surrounded by the Trees When I felt your Presence Running through my Legs Up to my Arms and Shoulders As Shivers of Joy and Delight Just like the Pure Pleasure that The Fresh Breeze and the Warm Sun Give Me on a Late Summer Saturday You are Nature, my Friend; and so am I And the Brave Sequoia which stands Tall As a Link between the Earth and the Sky Reminds Me of your Precious Words Whatever the Hell happens in my Life I stand Firm, Proud and True to

Let the Gaslighters Rot in the Darkness: They belong there And nowhere else Look after your Light And always shine bright As the Sun in the Sky: You are born to fly high. Vera da Pozzo Paris, 5th September 2026 My poem tackles and kicks evil and stupid people at the workplace, but gaslighters can be found everywhere human beings are and they will never change, because the only happiness they know comes from the perverse pleasure they take in gaslighting and spreading false ru

Please, be patient, my Dearest Friend: I did not forget the Promise I made And despite all the Worries I've had And still have, I will keep It, for I care. To YOU Vera da Pozzo Paris, 1st September 2026 Short poem-message above and pictures below by me, of course. Detail and whole photo taken today. (C) Vera da Pozzo (C) Italy is Mine (C) Italy is Mine and It owes Me a Living #MyPromise #toYOU #promise #message #friendship #poem #poetry #photography #Paris #VeradaPozzo #Italy

Who cares if They are hainous liars Whose only Happiness is to harm People who are earnest and kind? I stand firm, and I thank God For all the Good and Beauty He put in this World, And I thank You to be a Part Of this Beauty and Good And a Friend to behold Whatever the Hell Happens in my Life I stand firm I am young I am foolish I am happy I am true To myself And to You To YOU Vera da Pozzo Paris, 31st August 2026 Poem above and photos and artwork below by me. I have just dec

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

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