Italy is mine

Gabriel, my favourite Angel: God's left hand and the Gentle Rock, the One who brings Good News to Good People of Good Will. Drawing below made by me with a black Bic pen last Sunday; I coloured it with shiny gel pens this morning. The image of a Gentle Rock makes me think of a very well-known Smiths' song (here in its live version from the beautiful concert at the 3Arena in Dublin that started Morrissey's 2025 Summer tour) because Kindness is Strength. Today's drawing is for

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

A quiet early morning In my dearest Park Before the heat Starts to hit Through the drops Kissing the leaves A little Rainbow Quickly appears On the fresh wet grass The Blackbird looks at Me And his gentle, soulful gaze Says : "Hello, my Saviour! I'm always glad to see You And I'll remember forever You were my Lucky Escape From the Ravens' Attack. I know Evil People harm You But They will never soil You Because You are Brave and Stronger than the Vile Mob. Enjoy the Good You

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

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

I am Myself Nobody else One in a million I've never been a clone For I'm stronger alone I am my own Man I do what I can But I cannot do What I disagree Because I am free Vera da Pozzo Paris, 3rd May 2026 Poem above by me. Below, detail of a picture of me, taken on the first day of beautiful May. The best thing you can do is be yourself, without copying other people. Of course, one can learn something good and useful from other people, but emulation is a very stupid and lazy