Italy is mine

Photograph taken by me today. Vera da Pozzo Paris, 13.11.2026 (C) Vera da Pozzo (C) Italy is Mine (C) Italy is Mine and It owes Me a Living #SunsetatPèreLachaise #Sunset #Paris #PèreLachaise #cemetery #photography #urbanlandscape #autumn #VeradaPozzo #ItalyisMine #italyismineanditowesmealiving

Paris, 13th November, 8 A. M. I was waiting for the release of the video of Zoom Zoom the Little Boy on YouTube since it was announced, three months ago, and it was worth waiting for. After the release of the video of Kerching Kerching, starring Cliff Richard, on Oscar Wilde's birthday, last month, the music video of Zoom Zoom the Little Boy has been released today, on Morrissey's beloved Mamma's birthday. I guessed the video of this song would have been released on the sixt

Detail and whole drawing made by me using a black Bic pen yesterday, and coloured also by me today, on the sad 11th anniversary of Paris Bloody Friday. Two days after the massacre, on Monday, I came back to school (I worked in another lycée, outside the Région parisienne) some students asked me: "Madame, vous avez peur ?" and I just responded: "Non. Je suis très triste et en colère". These are the same sentiments expressed by Morrissey in Bonfire of Teenagers, the unreleased

Five long hours of remote work with my students, without videoconferencing: my students' privacy and mine are valuable, the risk of being hacked is very high and there is no need to stream as YouTubers, like certain narcissistic teachers do. This morning, a bizarre and amusing dream helped me to wake up in time for my first cours à distance (I will never use the words distanciel and présentiel: I hate this abusive newspeak adopted since 2020 lockdown) and I have been working

Photograph above taken from this article about the impact of wars on climate change. Morrissey's song I bury the Living (music by Jesse Tobias) from the album Low in High School, released in 2017. I bury the Living is also the title of a 1958 horror film that Morrissey surely knows (he loves quoting weird and obscure films) and whose plot reminds me of something, but I surely did not watched it during my long boring Summer afternoons when I was a child: I probably heard about

On this day, I wish to pay a tribute to the Animals killed during World War I and all the stupid wars before and after. I obviously appreciate the sentiment, but I do not like at all the memorial monument inaugurated in Paris two years ago: it lacks emotion, as the animals' metal silhouettes are cold and anonymous and the presence of the man holding the pigeon superfluous. When I saw this monument, I disliked it so much that I did not even want to take a picture of it: the ph

Little artwork by me, illustrating the poem Soldati (Soldiers, 1918) written by the great Italian modernist poet Giuseppe Ungaretti (1888-1970). I had the chance to start reading poems at a very early age, long before studying them at school, and I wrote my very first poem when I was eight. To me, Poetry carries every Life's Mysteries and it is like Oxygen: I could never imagine a World without Poetry, without Dead and Living Poets to read and to listen to and without Passi

My head is about to explode. Thank God, tomorrow it's holiday in France and I will not have to remote work as today. Vera da Pozzo Paris, 10th November 2026 (C) Vera da Pozzo (C) Italy is Mine (C) Italy is Mine and It owes Me a Living

The Rain falls hard on a humdrum Paris... Sing and Shine and raise the Temperature in Tempe tonight, Silver Boy! To YOU Vera da Pozzo Paris, 10th November 2026 Short message above and photo below by me. Tiny flowers in my beloved Parisian park They always close the park twenty minutes earlier than closing time. (C) Vera da Pozzo (C) Italy is Mine (C) Italy is Mine and It owes Me a Living #WinterRaininParisSummerSuninTempe #Paris #winter #rain #Summer #sun #Tempe #Arizona #Mor

Above: Far Parisian Banlieue, waiting for my train to take me back to Dear Old Paris. Photograph taken by me yesterday. Yesterday I had a very hard day in Alcatraz, too much boring digital work to do late in the morning and in the afternoon, and in the evening I was so exhausted that I left many articles sleeping in the drafts: one about my Sunday lunch with a Lovely Sparrow, another one on cuddling a Dog Afraid, and another about a fantastic trompe-l'œil... and an unfinished

Yesterday evening, somewhere in Paris. Since my childhood, my gaze is naturally intrigued by the strangest things, images and written words I notice around me, and I am particularly fond of involuntary humour and other curious things, like this wonderful trompe-l'œil. Resized photo taken by me from a café in front of this Resthorrorant. Of course, I would never want the people in this building to die, but I dream of a world where meat and dairy were a bad memory from an emba

No dog is too afraid to refuse my cuddles. :) This little cutie comes from Mexico; she is old and very shy, but also curious and interested in what happens around her. Photographs taken by me yesterday. Vera da Pozzo Paris, 10th November 2026 (C) Vera da Pozzo (C) Italy is Mine (C) Italy is Mine and It owes Me a Living #DogAfraidenjoyingmyCuddles #Paris #DogAfraid #cuddles #chihuahua #Mexico #dogs #kindness #beautifulcreatures #love #VeradaPozzo #ItalyisMine #italyismineandit

Sharing some bread with a lovely Sparrow on a freezing cold Sunday, somewhere in Paris. Vera da Pozzo 8th November 2026 Short article and photographs taken by me. (C) Vera da Pozzo (C) Italy is Mine (C) Italy is Mine and It owes Me a Living #pranzodelladomenica #sundaylunch #sparrow #sharingsomebreadwithbirds #freezingcoldsunday #feedingbirdsinParis #Sunday #Paris #birds #beautifulcreatures #love #photography #VeradaPozzo #ItalyisMine #italyismineanditowesmealiving

A new friend: this lovely dog I met at the cabaret and karaoke bar tonight. Alexander came to me and kissed my hand while I was singing You spin Me round (like a Record) by Dead or Alive. Alexander clearly took the line "I want your love" very seriously. :D When I was a little child, I liked this song a lot and I found the video very funny, but I did not know the name of the singer (Pete Burns) nor that he and Morrissey were friends and that their friendship was over when Pet

A little drawing made by me today, inspired by Morrissey's photograph in El Paso. Vera da Pozzo Paris, 8th November 2026 (C) Vera da Pozzo (C) Italy is Mine (C) Italy is Mine and It owes Me a Living #FantasticBlackbirdinTexas #FantasticBird #Blackbird #Morrissey #Texas #ElPaso #US2026Tour #music #photography #drawing #VeradaPozzo #ItalyisMine #italyismineanditowesmealiving

Here's to You, Georg, Unlucky Hero, Working Class Self-taught Genius: You filled with Music your Hard Life And brought Joy to another Man's Wife You were a Christian, not a Bigot, And a Communist, not an Extremist; You never wanted to kill, but You had to You tried and You failed and were jailed And when the War was near to the end They killed and buried You with Shame For They could not accept that a Man Alone Could think by Himself and fight for All To Georg Elser (4 Januar

A photograph and (below the screenshot) all the videos published by Alfred Rossy on YouTube. I hope more videos will appear this weekend. Picture taken by someone called Fabian and shared on Morrissey Central. Alma Matters. How Soon is Now? The More You ignore Me, the Closer I get. There are is a Light that never goes out. Irish Blood, English Heart. Everyday is like Sunday. Life is a Pigsty (and an incomplete video too, but "è sempre meglio di niente", so I will not complain

1971. I still am in God's mind ("essere nella mente di Dio", as we say in Sicily, means "to not be born yet") and there I will stay for the most part of the Seventies; my Siblings are little kids and my Parents have not bought yet the Grundig black-and-white TV (I had a Proust's madeleine moment in Munich, last year, when I noticed Grundig's advertising panels at the station), so they watch the sceneggiati at our Aunt's and Uncle's home with our Cousins, who are teenagers, wh

I am so Far, Yet so Near: Do You hear My Soft Voice Whispering In your Ear? My Dear Friend, Please don't mind: There's no End And You're Fine. To YOU Vera da Pozzo Paris, 7th November 2026, 1:30 A.M. Saturday Morning. Neighbours loudly quarrelling for no reason: as I could not sleep (I hate in general people talking loud, quarreling and screaming, and I hate it even more when it happens in the night time) I took my phone and wrote this poem for a friend... ... and when I fini