Italy is mine

As I am going to work, I have just the time to post my favourite artwork inspired by Saint Sebastian: the stunningly beautiful picture by the great Renaissance painter Antonello from Messina. I was a very young and extremely curious child who found the best nourishment in books, art and music, and I have always been fascinated by the iconography of Saint Sebastian, and Antonello's masterwork is my favourite because of Sebastian's stoic expression of resignation and His inner

Thank God, and against all odds, I managed to finish my artwork on Wednesday evening, just in time for the collective exhibition in Paris. My drawings were ready the day before but, as I had to get up very early to go to work on Wednesday, I had to put up the whole artwork and write the message (which is also its title) in the evening, during the vernissage. Even if it was absolutely not planned - and, to be honest, I would rather have my artwork already on the wall - it was

"Take this Rose: Put it in Water and Pick another Rose, Give it to Him and Keep the Other For Yourself" Said the Mysterious Messenger With his peculiar, familiar Accent In my Hand, Rosebuds And Blooming Peonies Pink as Baby's cheeks From and to You It happened Once It happens Twice And I know well that It's not just a Dream To YOU Vera da Pozzo Paris, 18th January A. D. MMXXVI Poem above and picture below by me. (C) Vera da Pozzo (C) Italy is Mine (C) Italy is Mine and It owe

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

You brought the Sun last Year, but Without You the Sky is sad now, and Grey Clouds pour Tears from Heaven The Sun shines elsewhere this Year Where We both come from, but You Will never come back there nor here Still I feel Your presence and I know You want Us all to be Happy on this Christmas Eve Thus, here is my Special Gift for You: Wrapped in Shiny Smiles and Songs There is my Joy To the Unique and Irreplaceable One Vera da Pozzo Somewhere in the North of Italy 24th Decemb

When Nothing seems to happen And You're stuck on a Desert Island There is Something coming along, and You'll find it sooner than You imagine So please, no more Tears Falling down from Your Eyes: Do Your Best and don't worry If the Dawn seems to be late And the Darkness is too heavy When your Black Dog bites again I hear You crying de profundis: Through Your Voice I feel Your Pain And It's running through my Veins For I know well what It means Since I was eight, sad and helpl

Pier Paolo Pasolini was killed fifty years ago. His friend Ninetto Davoli remembers him and expresses his joy to see how many young people are interested in Pasolini's works and message. You can see and listen to Davoli's short interview here and also enjoy a longer interview (Ninetto Davoli in conversation with Corrado Augias) here . Unfortunately, there are not English subtitles for non-italian speaking people. I was not even born when Pasolini died; his murder was planned

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...

Rosalia Sinibaldi from Palermo (1130-1166) was a young and wealthy woman who, according to an old legend, refused to get married and...

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...

So far away, yet so near to Me With Your soothing Voice That pulses in my Veins Since I was a Little Girl Chasing Sadness and Fears...

I am leaving again But this new Pain Will not leave Me For It will stay Wherever I go Whatever I do Forever in Me Today I am leaving...

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...

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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...

My Dove Of Love Where are You Now? You are Here For I see You And You are Elsewhere For You look at The Invisible One My Dearest Dove of...

You can try to Fool Everybody But You'll fail Inexorably For it's not April Fool's Day Every Day Your Forked Tongue Will strangle You One...

You, Unwanted Child Of a Missing Father And a Distant Mother, Craving for your Mum's Love That Aunties and Grandma Could never...