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Italy is mine

... and it owes me a living

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Vera da Pozzo, an Italian expat in Paris.

From the Island of the Sun to the Isle of France.

My pseudonym Vera da Pozzo is a pun alluding to what I care about most : truth and loyalty, depth and insight. In my mother tongue, the syntagma "vera da pozzo" means a puteal, but it could be a female name followed by a family name. Water is indispensable for living, and we need to keep it pure and unpolluted; it is the same for truth.
I write in English because I love this language since my childhood and also because English allows me to have a more detached view on both Italy and France. The title of my personal website and blog is a paraphrasis of the verse "England is mine and it owes me a living", from Morrissey's song "Still Ill", released in The Smiths debut album "The Smiths" on 20th February 1984. As Italy had nothing to offer to young people like me, I decided to throw my arms around Paris, as Oscar Wilde did, and I am still here. Like francophone actor Lino Ventura, I am and I will always be Italian.

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In memoriam

Everybody's Friend Was your Name But Nobody knows What drew You into The Unutterable Void That seemed so airy To your weary Heart Unhappy...

Joy to this Knockabout World

Somewhere Somehow I am Here And Now Vera da Pozzo, Italy (not at home), 25th December 2024 Pictures taken by me, somewhere in Italy,...

The Day when my Childhood died

Twenty Years ago I bought my Flight To the Unknown And I thought I would announce You But You did not wait And with You My Childhood died...

Oscar, the Immortal Outcast

We share just a little bit of The Twentieth Century But I have always felt Myself As a Nineteenth-century Soul Your Gentle Face, so...

Max and I

Max, you came to Paris from Canada Just to find and love Me this Night "Oh, he really loves You!", Says the Lady you belong to And I tell...

Just let...

Just let Your Kindness flourish And Their Envy languish Let Your Love astonish And Their Hatred perish Just Relish Cherish Burnish...

Wisdom and Beauty overcome Sadness

I could not tell why, when I was a child, Gente di Dublino (the Italian translation of Dubliners ) by James Joyce appealed to me so...

Silver Boy, go and shine in the Darkness

Houston, Texas, this evening. Artwork drawn by me between yesterday and today (30th-31st October). Detail of a picture I took the day...

Foggy Day

Somewhere in Paris, this morning. The same place, four days ago: an unexpected Sicilian blue sky in a Parisian icy-cold morning. Two...

What can I really want?

A lapsus just lapsed From my mind through my lips When I asked to myself "What CAN I really want?" Instead of "What DO I really want?"...

καιρός - Kairos

May Kairos be with Us At the turning points (there are always many) In Our Messed up Lives And may We be ready to Seize the Flying Moment...

"Maybe Tomorrow"... The Littlest Hobo

Sunday 15th September 2024. I have finally found the song of a TV series I loved so much - both the series and its song: the music was...

Our Hands

Our Hands were so Similar (Mine just thinner than Yours) Small and Childlike With their Fluffy Palms So Comforting when We held each...

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