Italy is mine

[Paris, 12th October 2026, 1:00 A.M.] A new message from Morrissey on Central, about his favourite albums and singles from his own repertoire. The title of his post is clearly a hint to In my Life (1965), one of my favourite Beatles' songs, and God knows how I needed a message like this one to cheer me up just now. I am back from the karaoke night with bittersweet feelings: a kind, unexpected gift from F., an old habitué; cheerful people, as usual; three guys/girls singing-a-

Handsome and Timeless You looked like a Russian Pianist and Composer From the early 20th Century On the black-and-white portraits I saw of You, Dear Uncle Green Eyes like our Sea Kind and Rebel Gentleman You died Young and Childless And your Wife never forgot You Always cherishing your Memory Eleven Years of Happiness She treasured every Second And She lived a very Long Life For You both, because She loved You As much as You loved Her, and... Semper vivit Amor Love lives Fore

A pile of corrections (student papers from four different classes) done this afternoon, after a walk in my beloved Park, a vegan ice-cream and an exhibition discovered on my way towards the Irish Cultural Centre. It was a very exhausting week and I am glad to be free from four-letter word. I hope my students will enjoy their weekend too, despite of the spite from the Government. Short article and photograph below by me. Vera da Pozzo Paris, 9th October 2026 (C) Vera da Pozzo

My Dearest Friend I keep You in Mind As the Young Blackbird Rescued from Ravens Held in my Small Hands The Biggest Treasure Because You're Nature And Good is What You bring For Art is an Eternal Spring. To YOU Vera da Pozzo Paris, 8th/9th October 2026 Poem above by me, from an idea I had early on Thursday morning. Photo below by me, taken in my dearest Parisian park today. (C) Vera da Pozzo (C) Italy is Mine (C) Italy is Mine and It owes Me a Living #IkeepYouinMind #Mind #gen

The night of the very first Smiths' concert, opening for Blue Rondo à la Turk at The Ritz with Dale Hibbert on the bass, before Andy Rourke joined the band and contributed to their unique sound. Hibbert, the recording producer and short-time Smiths' bassist, shared few years ago the recording of The Cookies's song I want a Boy for my Birthday covered by Morrissey and Marr that night; however, it is a studio recording made in August 1982, and not a live recording from "An Eve

Francis' presumed portrait, painted by the great Medieval maestro Cimabue. Assisi, Basilica di San Francesco. Francis of Assisi (Francesco d'Assisi, born Giovanni di Pietro Bernardone, circa 1181 - 3rd October 1226) was named patron saint of Italy by Pope Pius XII on 18th June 1939, during the Fascist dictature and almost one year before the declaration of war to France and England by the Screaming Bald Bully and the Grim Moustached Dwarf. Now, on the eigth centenary of Saint

Come here Without fear There is nothing to Prove to nobody Don't impress Just express And never crave For attention Don't you see? Live and be For nothing else Matter to me Vera da Pozzo Paris, 4th October 2026 I could not help writing something today: the incipit of this poem popped into my head when I woke up, as a ray of light in the haze of the cold I have caught; and, when the Inspiration calls, all I can do is to write. Poem and short article above by me, as the picture

Photograph taken in my beloved Parisian park this morning. It is a lovely, bright day to enjoy and be grateful for Life. I took many other pictures and the space in my smartphone is getting fuller and fuller again, but I choose to post just this photo before going to the (for once...) Vegan Place de la République. The lovely Bumblebee on the Morning Glory (blue Ipomœa) followed me under the green canopée of my dearest Sophora Japonica and danced around me. This is the Day the

Looking for some pictures of the concert in Lowell, I had a look on Morrissey Central and I found something else, but... what an unexpected find: a fan made video by Morrissey Unofficial Videos with one of the most cynical, darkest and saddest songs written by Morrissey: Lifeguard Sleeping, Girl Drowning, from the studio album Vauxhall and I (1994), combined with some Van Gogh's paintings and AI animations of Morrissey's photographs from the Nineties and pictures from the pho

Paris, place de la République, 3rd October: vegan stands and L214 animal rights march supporting the end of the bloody business of the meat industry. I am very disappointed that the Mairie de Paris and the Préfecture de Police have rescheduled the Animal Rights March and the Pride March on the same day: last Summer, both marches were cancelled, due to the extreme heat, but they were scheduled on different dates. I smell a vile attempt to limit the number of participants to th

Gizmo is always happy when he see me and I cuddled him. I chatted with his human friend, a nice lady who asked me news about the blocus and then we talked a bit about the situation in France and in Italy, until I received a call from my dear friend M. from Bordeaux. I do not spend a lot of time on the phone, but I do enjoy a long chat with a good friend from time to time. M. is vegan and I met her and her husband in Dublin three years ago, at Morrissey's concert. Even if we d

Wise words I read yesterday and I share today for building tomorrow: Feed Something Else, an article by Robert M. Hamburger. Two excerpts from the article linked above: Modern society is engineered to harvest human attention. Fear sells. Rage spreads. Anxiety keeps people watching. Industries depend on keeping populations activated and divided. Every week brings a new emergency, a new villain, a new existential threat. The specifics change. The mechanism remains consistent. (

Yesterday was a very difficult day because of the violent blocus and all the hypocrisy of most of my colleagues who, as they did the day before, spent their time walking in the corridors, watching from the windows and laughing at the black bloc (the useful idiots of the Far-Right and the Macronie, which is itself quite far on the right-wing spectrum; most of them are not even pupils) outside Alcatraz gates, instead of teaching to the few kids who bravely came to school, but,

On my way back to Paris by train, my throat and my nostrils dry and hurt by toxic smoke of the fires lit this morning by the bastards casseurs outside Alcatraz, how comforting was to watch some videos of Morrissey's concert in Lowell on YouTube. Thanks to the person who posted them and thank you, Morrissey, for being real and true to yourself and to us. Silver Boy, your Light never goes out! Enjoy a lovely break before the second leg of your US tour, in two weeks. To YOU Vera

The last concert of the first US leg of Morrissey's tour is tonight in Lowell. Sing and shine and fly high. Fantastic Bird! Vera da Pozzo Paris, 30th September 2026 Short message above and picture below, taken in my beloved Parisian park yesterday, by me. (C) Vera da Pozzo (C) Italy is Mine (C) Italy is Mine and It owes Me a Living #FlyHighinLowellFantasticBird #Lowell #FlyHigh #FantasticBird #Morrissey #SingandShine #US2026Tour #music #show #concert #purejoy #VeradaPozzo #It

I enjoy an Unexpected Free Hour Like a Child who enjoys her Playtime Vera da Pozzo Alcatraz, 30th September 2026 During my free hour this morning, I checked Morrissey's website for more news and I was happy I could immediately watch a new George Rae's fan made video, featuring Buster Keaton with the live version of Home is a Question Mark sung by Morrissey in Buffalo last week. While many fans focus on the erotic verses, to me, this song is more about Someone longing for the

And now, back to Alcatraz. Photo by me, taken this morning. Vera da Pozzo Banlieue, 30th September 2026

Despite the waste of time going from Paris to Alcatraz and back, I had a lovely day and I found a new friend in my lovely Parisian park and we enjoyed lunchtime together. Article and photographs by me, taken in my dearest locus amœnus, just before going to four-letter word. [To be continued...] Vera da Pozzo Paris, 29th September 2026 (C) Vera da Pozzo (C) Italy is Mine C) Italy is Mine and It owes Me a Living #anewfriend #europeangreenwoodpecker #woodpecker #picusviridis #pi

Gabriel, my favourite Angel: God's left hand and the Gentle Rock, the One who brings Good News to Good People of Good Will. Drawing below made by me with a black Bic pen last Sunday; I coloured it with shiny gel pens this morning. The image of a Gentle Rock makes me think of a very well-known Smiths' song (here in its live version from the beautiful concert at the 3Arena in Dublin that started Morrissey's 2025 Summer tour) because Kindness is Strength. Today's drawing is for

Back from Alcatraz, early this afternoon, I took this photograph in a very unbeautiful Parisian spot, where I found, nonetheless, Beauty and Poetry in a White Dove. These last times I often see doves like this one, and I know they are messengers of Good Things to come. The Shiny White Dove walking and the Dark Black tramway tunnel made me think about Saint John of the Cross (Juan de la Cruz, born Juan Yepes de Álvarez, 1542-1591), a Spanish priest and Carmelite friar, born f