Your Strange Prophecy

Your Last Words

The Night before

The Eternal One

Still haunt Me

They made me laugh

That night

And they make me cry

Since then

I could not imagine

You were about to leave

I did never expect

What You would tell Me

And since that Night,

Your Last One on this

Sad, Mad, Bad World,

Your Words I behold

Your Strange Prophecy

Was Your Farewell Gift

Everything that happened, happens

And will Happen since that Night

Bears the Sweet Seal of Mystery

Put by Your Surprising Last Words

To the Unique and Irreplaceable One

Vera da Pozzo

Paris, 16th April A. D. MMXXVI

Poem above written by me this evening on a bus.

Pictures below also taken by me this afternoon, somewhere quite far from Paris.

I have always had a special talent for finding Beauty in ordinary and even ugly places.

(C) Vera da Pozzo

(C) Italy is Mine

(C) Italy is Mine and It owes Me a Living