Poets, Politicians and the Fall of Civilizations
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Italy is mine
... and it owes me a living
Art and Nature, music and literature, animal and human rights, freedom of thought and speech, kindness, culture and education without boundaries.
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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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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...
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...
Rhino of Rock
Looking at the Horizon I see your Profile So Dear to Me, Rhino of Rock: Emerging from the Sea, Surrounded by a Halo Like a Dream at Dawn,...
Lucky Escape
Mid-morning, grey sky and silence: I was not meant to come here, Still I came, for I needed to have a walk In my beloved and quiet...
Seagulls in Paris
The Day was so dull and grey Like a sad September one But July came back with the Sun When - at last - the Evening arrived And the...
Cave Canem Nigrum - Beware of the Black Dog
I dreamt of You, Black Dog, Two weeks ago: You were biting My left Hand, But I resisted And freed Myself. Paris, 2d July 2024 (C) Vera da...
To a Juvenile Blackbird
Juvenile Blackbird, You welcome Me With your Joyful Singing, Swinging on a branch Just in front of Me And all the bad things And the sad...
Home
Leaving Home Because there was no choice And a better place had to be found For Your sake and Mine Old Home, still Ours, and still I...
Let your Butterflies dance!
Let your Butterflies dance Let your Soul be Free From Trivial Matters And Useless Thoughts Free your Spare Time From Worthless People Who...
A Bunch of Agapanthuses
She hired You Because You were so Handsome She fired you Because You were too Serious A young Ballet Teacher From Novosibirsk A nice...
From Life to Loss and back: Dermot Bolger's "The Venice Suite"
Last month I went to the Irish Cultural Centre (one of my most favourite places in Paris) and attended a poetry meeting with Dermot...
Festa della Mamma - Mother's Day
Mamma, You've always been And You are still The most beautiful And bashful Woman I've ever seen: Since I was Just a Child I've ever felt...
Michelangelo, the Solitary Titan
As a small child, I was deeply interested in many things and one of my favourite ones was (and still is) figurative art. Being much...
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