Italy is mine

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 Matter 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 picture

Back from Alcatraz, early this afternoon, I took this photograph in a very unbeautiful Parisian spot, where I found, nonetheless, Beauty and Poetry in a White Dove. These last times I often see doves like this one, and I know they are messengers of Good Things to come. The Shiny White Dove walking and the Dark Black tramway tunnel made me think about Saint John of the Cross (Juan de la Cruz, born Juan Yepes de Álvarez, 1542-1591), a Spanish priest and Carmelite friar, born f