Italy is mine

On this day, I wish to pay a tribute to the Animals killed during World War I and all the stupid wars before and after. I obviously appreciate the sentiment, but I do not like at all the memorial monument inaugurated in Paris two years ago: it lacks emotion, as the animals' metal silhouettes are cold and anonymous and the presence of the man holding the pigeon superfluous. When I saw this monument, I disliked it so much that I did not even want to take a picture of it: the ph

Little artwork by me, illustrating the poem Soldati (Soldiers, 1918) written by the great Italian modernist poet Giuseppe Ungaretti (1888-1970). I had the chance to start reading poems at a very early age, long before studying them at school, and I wrote my very first poem when I was eight. To me, Poetry carries every Life's Mysteries and it is like Oxygen: I could never imagine a World without Poetry, without Dead and Living Poets to read and to listen to and without Passi

Here's to You, Georg, Unlucky Hero, Working Class Self-taught Genius: You filled with Music your Hard Life And brought Joy to another Man's Wife You were a Christian, not a Bigot, And a Communist, not an Extremist; You never wanted to kill, but You had to You tried and You failed and were jailed And when the War was near to the end They killed and buried You with Shame For They could not accept that a Man Alone Could think by Himself and fight for All To Georg Elser (4 Januar

1971. I still am in God's mind ("essere nella mente di Dio", as we say in Sicily, means "to not be born yet") and there I will stay for the most part of the Seventies; my Siblings are little kids and my Parents have not bought yet the Grundig black-and-white TV (I had a Proust's madeleine moment in Munich, last year, when I noticed Grundig's advertising panels at the station), so they watch the sceneggiati at our Aunt's and Uncle's home with our Cousins, who are teenagers, wh

I am so Far, Yet so Near: Do You hear My Soft Voice Whispering In your Ear? My Dear Friend, Please don't mind: There's no End And You're Fine. To YOU Vera da Pozzo Paris, 7th November 2026, 1:30 A.M. Saturday Morning. Neighbours loudly quarrelling for no reason: as I could not sleep (I hate in general people talking loud, quarreling and screaming, and I hate it even more when it happens in the night time) I took my phone and wrote this poem for a friend... ... and when I fini

Stray Dog, Beautiful Soul, They sent You in the Space For stupid Vanity and Power What did They want to prove? Nothing is Worth Someone's Life To Laika, Martyr (1954 - 1957) Vera da Pozzo Paris, 3rd November 2026 Short poem by me. Photo below found on the Web. (C) Vera da Pozzo (C) Italy is Mine (C) Italy is Mine and It owes Me a Living #inmemoryofLaika #Laika #martyr #dog #space #memory #animalrights #poem #poetry #VeradaPozzo #ItalyisMine #italyismineanditowesmealiving

The Sun wishes Me A Good Good Morning: It's another Sunny Day But I have to leave Today Vera da Pozzo On the rails, Somewhere in the North of Italy 31st October 2026 Short poem above and photo below by me #GoodGoodMorning #sunnyday #sun #poem #poetry #VeradaPozzo #ItalyisMine #italyismineanditowesmealiving

A Gift from Above: A Bit of Sweetness Above the Thorns is A Sign of Your Love To the Unique and Irreplaceable One and the Most Beloved and the Most Regretted Vera da Pozzo Somewhere in the North of Italy 31st October 2026 Short 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 #aGiftfromAbove #abitofsweetness #aSignofLove #flower #thorns #cactus #totheUniqueandIrreplaceableone #totheMostBelovedandtheMostRegretted #

The Trees leave A Carpet of Leaves Autumn Gold Can't be sold For it's a Joy To behold If You are A Pure Soul Vera da Pozzo Somewhere in the North of Italy 30th October 2026 Poem above and photographs below by me. (C) Vera da Pozzo (C) Italy is Mine (C) Italy is Mine and It owes Me a Living #WalkingonaGoldenCarpet #GoldenCarpet #trees #leaves #autumn #nature #poem #poetry #photography #VeradaPozzo #ItalyisMine #italyismineanditowesmealiving

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

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 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