Italy is mine

You were the Unwanted One A difficult child who became An Unaccomplished Woman With a Distant Mother A quite Vulgar Husband And an Adopted Daughter You always leaned on Your Devoted Brother Who did his best to replace Your Late, Regretted Father He always held his Pain hidden While You became Ego-ridden Always needing a stage and a crowd You spoke and You laughed too loud An absolute Stranger to Me in Life When You died You forgot the Knife Stuck on my Back for What You did T

Red leaves announcing new roses to bloom. Photo taken by me this morning, in memory of Nicola Sacco and Bartolomeo Vanzetti, Italian immigrants and anarchists, who were unjustly charged with armed robbery and murder and sentenced to death after a long, biased and irregular trial. Sacco and Vanzetti spent seven years imprisoned in Charlestwon prison in Boston and, despite many worldwide popular manifestations demanding their release, they were sent on the electric chair on 23r

What will I sing tonight? If I have the chance, I will sing twice, But the bar is full and I am too tired To stay late in the night But I know well what I will sing: My Life To YOU Vera da Pozzo Somewhere in the North of Italy 21st August 2026 Short poem above and photo below by me. (C) Vera da Pozzo (C) Italy is Mine (C) Italy is Mine and It owes Me a Living #SingingmyLife #singyourlife #toYOU #songsthatsavedyourlife #VeradaPozzo #ItalyisMine #italyismineanditowesmealiving

In Licata, a big village near Agrigento, Sicily, there is mercy, water, food and shade for the street dogs. Video on YouTube; screenshot of the video below with text added by the journal "La Stampa" from Turin. Sicilian street dogs and stray cats are part of my heart: I miss them as much as I miss the sea, the mountains and the monuments of the Island of the Sun where I was born. Their life is not easy, but there are kind people who care for them. Vera da Pozzo Somewhere far

I am waiting since this Morning Watching how the Lightning Strikes Are ripping up the Doomy Skies Thunders' roars are approaching They urge the Rain to fight Fate But the Sleeping Rain is late I've been waiting all Day long For the Thunderstorm to boom Now the Rain drowns the Doom I can sing my unsung Song Let my Message unfold To the One I do behold Vera da Pozzo Somewhere in the North of Italy 20th August 2026 Poem above and pictures below by me, of course. (C) Vera da Pozz

If Time passes My Happiness Cannot vanish And I'll cherish All my life long The very Moment In your Song That We spent Shaking Hands For a while Smiling Friends You and I To YOU Vera da Pozzo 19th August 2026 Poem by me, of course. Below: detail of a picture taken by a French friend. (C) Vera da Pozzo (C) Italy is Mine (C) Italy is Mine and It owes Me a Living #onemonthago #shakinghands #smilingfriends #beautifulmemories #goodmemoriestocherish #happiness #joy #friendship #mus

I have just retrieved a 2019 article about the finding of rare pictures of "Speranza", Jane Francesca Agnes Elgee Wilde (1821-1896) and two of her children: her only daughter Isola Francesca Emily (1857-1867), who died few weeks before her tenth birthday, and her second and most famous son Oscar. Below: the photographs mentioned in the 2019 article linked above. Two literary projects I had to shelve - the first one in 2016, the second one in 2023 - crave for my attention, and

Good news from Morrissey: both 7-inch are on their way and they will be released on Oscar Wilde's birthday. After another failed attempt to have a chance to get my first passport, I did need some good news and (only God knows how) I knew that I would find them on Morrissey Central. I hope Bonfire of Teenagers will be released next year, before of after the new album announced two months ago. Below: two photos by me. Detail of the door of a church whose name and location I pur

A thought and an artwork by me, followed by some quotes by great people from the last century related to my reflections. In most cases, what drives people to spend all their time and energy in the attempt of ruining other people's lives by defaming, harassing and bullying them is not just envy, but a desperate need to fill their inner void, because they are unable to do something worthy and meaningful in their own lives. Vera da Pozzo, 18th August 2026 Below: a drawing I made

Sixteen Months is a long Time Longer than Eternity And the Distance is so far Huger than Infinity Like a Black Hole in my Dreams I cannot see your Shadow I cannot hear your Echo I have no Consolation To the Unique and Irreplaceable One Vera da Pozzo 17th August A. D. MMXXVI Poem above and photo below by me. (C) Vera da Pozzo (C) Italy is Mine (C) Italy is Mine and It owes Me a Living #SixteenMonths #poem #poetry #photography #memory #totheUniqueandIrrepleacebleOne #VeradaPozz

Italy is mine and it owes me a living... and a passport for going to the United Kingdom. I could blame the UK for the ill-advised vote for Brexit, which, in the end, caused more problems than offering solutions to the UK citizens and, moreover, punished European citizens who worked and paid taxes in the UK, but who had temporary contracts (their bosses, as in Italy or in France, preferring a system of short-term contrats periodically renewed) and thus they were compelled to l

At last, a fresh Air Is whispering tonight: Long and Thin Fingers Running through my Hair, Gentle, Loving Lips Slipping over Me (Oh, You!) Suddenly, the Wind Is howling at my Window: All the Secret Passion, Now unfolded, Rushes in my Silent Room And your Whisper Sounds like Thunder And I cannot sleep To YOU Vera da Pozzo Somewhere in the North of Italy 16th-17th August 2026 Notes: I felt your Presence today and I dreamt about You last night. Poem and notes by me, of course. P

I prayed for your Mother This morning, my Friend: It's all I can do, and I hope This tiny bit of Sweetness Will find a way to reach You And caress your Sadness To YOU Vera da Pozzo Somewhere in the North of Italy 13th August A. D. MMXXVI Poem above and photos by me. (C) Vera da Pozzo (C) Italy is Mine (C) Italy is Mine and It owes Me a Living #aPrayerforyourMother #prayer #mother #poetry #photography #memory #sadness #sweetness #friend #toYOU #VeradaPozzo

The Sun may be eclipsed by the Moon But No One can eclipse You in my Mind To YOU Vera da Pozzo Somewhere in the North of Italy 12th August 2026 Short poem above and photos below by me. (C) Vera da Pozzo (C) Italy is Mine (C) Italy is Mine and It owes Me a Living #Eclipse #Sun #Moon #poem #poetry #photography #noonecaneclipseyou #toYOU #VeradaPozzo #ItalyisMine #italyismineanditowesmealiving

It has been a while since I drew something: the flu robbed me a lot of time and energy. Today, I am back to Bic - i. e., the classic quatre couleurs ballpen - and here is my new artwork: a portrait of Morrissey before the concert in Zurich, five months and four days ago. As usual, I made this portrait without preparatory sketch. Vera da Pozzo 11th July 2026 (C) Vera da Pozzo (C) Italy is Mine (C) Italy is Mine and It owes Me a Living #BacktoBic #ballpen #art #drawing #artwork

My Mind knows no Distance My Heart is never far I feel all your Sadness And I gently hold You In my loving, loyal, Lambent, lulling Arms Be strong, my Friend, Because You are; and May the Night of the Dead and falling Stars Give You Consolation And make You feel my Arms To YOU Vera da Pozzo Somewhere in the North of Italy 10th August 2026 Poem above and photo below by me. (C) Vera da Pozzo (C) Italy is Mine (C) Italy is Mine and It owes Me a Living #MyMindknowsnodistance #min

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Sunday's Wisdom. Photo taken by me this morning, Somewhere in the North of Italy. Happiness is true when it is shared. Real Happiness is shared. Vera da Pozzo 9th July 2026 (C) Vera da Pozzo (C) Italy is Mine (C) Italy is Mine and It owes Me a Living #SharedHappiness #TrueHappiness #RealHappiness #happiness #together #SundaysWisdom #Wisdom #friendship #love #photography #VeradaPozzo #ItalyisMine #italyismineanditowesmealiving

Is it You under my Window Singing a serenade for Me In disguise, tonight? This gentle Cricket reminds Me Of You, my dearest Friend: So Shy, yet very Brave, As I am Myself I wake up around five And the Sun is still far While the Morning comes But the Little Troubadour And his chanson d'amour Still hang at my Window And I hear your Voice To YOU Vera da Pozzo 7rh-8th August 2026 Poem above and photo below by me, as always. (C) Vera da Pozzo (C) Italy is Mine (C) Italy is Mine an

You came to Me again last night -- Birds of Paradise, vivid blue t-shirt - And here You are again, with your Smile And your wondrous, beautiful Eyes, Enlightening the Night and my Dreams With the Purest Joy that You always bring Even in the Darkest Depths of Sorrow When the Soul seemed too frail to fly high To YOU Vera da Pozzo Somewhere in the North of Italy 6th-7th July 2026 Poem above by me - as always, without Artificial Idiocy. Pictures below by me, taken yesterday in th