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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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There speaks a true friend

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Morrissey in Paris (15 June 2025)

I will write about this gig as soon as possible, just after writing about Morrissey's concert in Dublin.

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Vigilia - Vigil

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A Month means an Eternity

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The Unknown Way

I took the picture below today, somewhere far from Paris. I am too tired to write the poem that sleeps in my mind, but it is inspired by the place I have discovered and photographed today. It makes me think about the quote by Saint John of the Cross which guided me through the foggy and uncertain period of my life, when I was preparing my exile from Italy to France. (C) Vera da Pozzo (C) Italy is Mine (C) Italy is Mine and It owes Me a Living

Life's Splinters

Like a Splinter In my Finger Life hurts Me And my Heart bleeds But I cannot Change the Rules I did not choose All I can do, it is just...

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