Italy is mine

Most people crave for company Because they cannot stand alone But when they are in trouble There will be nobody around The flock surrenders to fear And starts to follow the herd Only the Brave stands alone Heart and Brain bold and strong Vera da Pozzo Paris, 8th June 2026 Poem above and photos below by me. A brave and proud tiny flower of geranium sylvaticum in my beloved Parisian park. A solitary Magpie, alone, but not lonely. Somewhere in Paris, Eve is perfectly happy with

The Wind can make You shake, but The Rain cannot steal your Scent God bless You, my Innocent Rose, For Beauty and Love and all those Invisible, yet so Valuable Things For which my Soul smiles and sings Vera da Pozzo, Paris, 3rd June 2026 Poem above and picture below by me. (C) Vera da Pozzo (C) Italy is Mine (C) Italy is Mine and It owes Me a Living #AnInnoventScent #rose #flowers #soul #joy #beauty #love #poetry #photography #VeradaPozzo #ItalyisMine #italyismineanditowesmea

Let me sleep in the deckchair Now that the burning day is over And a gentle, fresh breeze blows: I enjoyed the concert so much And now the courtyard wants me to rest Happy and safe under the horse chestnut Vera da Pozzo Paris, 30th May 2026 Poem above and pictures below by me. (C) Vera da Pozzo (C) Italy is Mine (C) Italy is Mine and It owes Me a Living #letmesleepinthedeckchair #poetry #music #relax #goodvibes #life #IrishCulturalCentre #JuneCarousel #VeradaPozzo #ItalyisMin

To me, Charles Trenet is THE French singer and songwriter, the one who put Poetry and Popular song together and also the most beautiful French singing voice. If my plans had worked as I had intended, I would have moved to Dublin instead of Paris, but, even if I have always had more affinity with Ireland (and the UK) and English language, I have like French language too and I have always been fascinated by the old good time when France still creates artists, poets, great singe

A very rainy day, especially in the afternoon, but this morning I had the chance to enjoy a one-hour promenade in my beloved and deserted Parisian park. How I was glad to enjoy to be there in complete solitude - but not alone, because there are hundreds and hundreds of friends in leaves, petals or feathers who are happy to meet me again. While I was peacefully walking, suddenly a verse, then another, came to my mind and I wrote a short poem on a tissue, with the help of my de

Tree of Life I am Safe In your Arms To the Unique and Irreplaceable One Vera da Pozzo Paris, 10th May 2026 Short poem above and photos below by me. My beloved tree and many beautiful flowers from my favourite Parisian park. (C) Vera da Pozzo (C) Italy is Mine (C) Italy is Mine and It owes Me a Living #inyourarms #FestadellaMamma #MothersDay #poetry #photography #mamma #mother #love #nature #TreeofLife #VeradaPozzo #ItalyisMine #italyismineanditowesmealiving

April is over And May is here: Ad Maiora! True Joy is near It may happen, so Make It happen now Vera da Pozzo, Paris, 1/5/2026 As an Italian proverb say, Forza e coraggio! Dopo aprile viene maggio. I am quite busy with my second musical number for the upcoming cabaret, so I post just a detail of the drawing I have made this afternoon; I will edit my article and add a full picture of my artwork tomorrow. Short poem, article and drawing by me. Vera da Pozzo

Your Loving and Tender Four-legged Messengers Come to Me when I'm awake And even visit Me in Dreams Sweet, Merry, Playful Dogs May God bless all their Souls And You, my Friend, in Whole For, to Me, You mean the World To YOU Vera da Pozzo Paris, 27th April A. D. MMXXVI Poem above by me, of course; photo below found here. (C) Vera da Pozzo (C) Italy is Mine (C) Italy is Mine and It owes Me a Living #dogsinmydreams #dogs #dreams #friends #message #tenderness #loyalty #truth #lov

During my school holidays in Paris, I am glad to have had the chance to go to the Irish Cultural Centre tonight and watch Clouded Reveries by Ciara Nic Chormaic: a stunning interview-documentary with and about the poet and essayist Doireann Ní Ghríofa, an interesting figure in the Irish literary world. I would have loved to meet her but there was just the director, a resident artist at the Irish Cultural Centre: Ciara Nic Chormaic is a lovely and friendly lady - as all the Ir

How do You come to Me Through the Night's Heart Into the Day's Start? What or Who is the Force That silently guides You In my Bed and my Dreams? Your Presence is a Present Your Tenderness is Strong Just like a Silver Shield That protects Me from Evil And keeps Me Safe and Well In the Embrace of your Love To YOU Vera da Pozzo Paris, 18th April 2026 Poem above and photos below by me, of course. The beautiful flowers (Myosotis and Iris) in my favourite Parisian park. (C) Vera da

When I hear You I'm never Lost I feel at Home When You're here Because it's You And every Fear Will disappear When You come And watch Me With your bright And gentle Smile To YOU Vera da Pozzo Paris, 10th April A. D. MMXXVI Poem above and photo below by me. My favourite Tree (and God knows how I love every tree, plant, leaf, flower and blade of grass) in my favourite Parisian park. Illustrated quote from the Talmud found somewhere on the Web. (C) Vera da Pozzo (C) Italy is Min

Spring is coming And the Blackbird I saved looks at Me And says: "Hooray! Good Things to come Are on their way". Vera da Pozzo Paris, 21st February 2026 Poem above and photo below by me. Picture taken in my favourite Parisian park. (C) Vera da Pozzo (C) Italy is Mine (C) Italy is Mine and It owes Me a Living #GoodThingstocome #nature #spring #blackbird #luckyescape #poetry #Paris #VeradaPozzo #ItalyisMine #italyismineanditowesmealiving

See You soon in Rotterdam! To YOU Vera da Pozzo Paris, 17th February 2026 Above: Morrissey in Frankfurt tonight, while singing Lost , a song I love so much, which haunts me since last August, after the end of the European tour. This beautiful photo was taken and sent to me by M. from Lyon: she attended the concert in Hambourg too and tonight she is in the first row. I am very happy for her and very grateful for the picture she has sent me. I think she could have waited the en

Bluebird of Happiness. I'll soon return to Paris because I am not on holidays yet, but how I would love to be in Frankfurt tomorrow... It was such a joy to see Morrissey arriving at the Sporthalle greeting, bowing and smiling at us, and pleased to see a Perfect Blue bird of Happiness on his left eyebrow. It was quite strange and a bit funny to see Morrissey from above, like he sees us from the stage; I would have loved to see him nearer, but we were twenty people or more an

Again I felt You were here Again The first time was in Paris Two years ago The second time in Rome Last year And the third time in Paris In January Again Between last Saturday And this Monday How is it possible? How can it be real? Still it is Indeed Again Again Again Feeling your Presence Thrice in just two Years But when will I meet You Around the Corner? To YOU Vera da Pozzo An Italian in Paris Paris, 3rd February 2026 Poem above and pictures below, taken last nigth, by me

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