Morrissey in Dublin (31 May 2025)
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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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I wish I could live here
It's time the tale were told of how You took a Child and You made Her bold
It's time the tale were told Of how You took a Child And you made Her bold... So far away from Manchester A Southern child... from Italy...
Your Birthday Present is My Happiness
You do not like Birthdays Especially Your own And You don't want Presents Except Love and Tenderness But I know there is Something You...
Vigilia - Vigil
How could I sleep This Night When You are not With Me? Please, come back to Me And hold my Hand again So tightly that it hurts As You...
A Month means an Eternity
Lying awake Dying inside It was just A Month ago But it means An Eternity What did You try to Tell Me? ... Did You hear What I told You?...
The Unknown Way
I took the picture be today, somewhere far from Paris. I am too tired to write the poem that sleeps in my mind, but it is inspired by the...
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...
Mamma, è la tua festa - Mother, it's your Day
Above: detail of my artwork for my beloved Mamma. "Mama, mama and teddy bear Were the first full firm spectrum of Time..." Morrissey...
An Angel came down incognito
Tell Me: is it You that Have sent Me an Angel In the shape of a Girl Sitting near my table? She gave Me the most Unexpected Gift: a Poem...
Hope, not Mope
Hope, not Mope: Against all Odds and Beyond the Tears That will never dry There is a Way And Your Loving Guide Will watch over You Every...
The Unreachable Rose (Calendimaggio, May Day)
The Sweetest Month of the Year Has a bitter taste of Sadness now The Unreachable Rose Rose to the Bluest Sky So definitely far away I...
Random Kindness is the best one
How do they know How much I need some Genuine Kindness now? There is no sign of Sadness In my Eyes, and I even smile And joke, in my...
There will be no Goodbye anymore
Up to the Sky I look and cry For there will be No Goodbye Anymore Where are You? Why don't You Show up just For a little while? I miss...
Sing and Shine again, Silver Boy
So far away, yet so near to Me With Your soothing Voice That pulses in my Veins Since I was a Little Girl Chasing Sadness and Fears...
Back to Where I don't belong
I am leaving again But this new Pain Will not leave Me For It will stay Wherever I go Whatever I do Forever in Me Today I am leaving...
Festa della Liberazione - Liberation Day - 1945-2025
On the Day of Liberation There's no room for negotiation: Here they were and now we're here Standing for Liberty, Democracy and Peace So...
De consolatione Naturae - On the Consolation of Nature
Mother Nature never fails: I trust Her like my Mother And I feel safe and peaceful In Her tender Arms Because Love and Truth Are always...
Post fata resurgam
Like the Phoenix I know that You are As You were, and that You will be as You are To You, always and forever Vera da Pozzo Somewhere in...
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