Italy is mine

When I hear You I'm never Lost I feel at Home When You're here Because it's You And every Fear Will disappear When You come And watch Me With your bright And gentle Smile To YOU Vera da Pozzo Paris, 10th April A. D. MMXXVI Poem above and photo below by me. My favourite Tree (and God knows how I love every tree, plant, leaf, flower and blade of grass) in my favourite Parisian park. Illustrated quote from the Talmud found somewhere on the Web. (C) Vera da Pozzo (C) Italy is Min

There are not news yet of the new European tour, but we have news about new releases tomorrow and on Morrissey's birthday . About the picture of the post on Central, I am sure that Dave Musheigan took it at the concert in Rome, where Morrissey wore a red shirt, whilst in Lucca he was wearing the same blue-grey flower shirt he wore for the concert at the Gasometer in Vienna. By the way, I am glad I could attend all these three fantastic concerts and I do hope I will able to at

Coming straight from a Children's Tale The Chimney Sweep is on my Way We even take the same Bus But He gets off before the "Lux" And waits for another Bus to come While I'm heading to the Panthéon. Vera da Pozzo Paris, 8th April 2026 Notes: I like symbols, but I dislike superstitions. Good luck is a state of mind: everything good or bad is inside us and it is up to us to choose which side (i. e., feelings, emotions and thoughts) we want to be on. The Art of Happiness is a lif

I see your Little Messengers: Tiny, Affectionate Dogs And Loving Eurasian Doves Speaking without Words Do You hear my Tender Thoughts? Oh, I know You do, of course : For the Sun is shining bright And Happiness holds me tight Happy Easter to YOU. Vera da Pozzo Somewhere in Picardy Easter Day, 5th April 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 #Pasqua #Easter #Pâques #BuonaPasqua #HappyEaster #J

Morrissey will be back in Paris and in other European cities. Oh, I do hope many of these concerts will take place during my holidays...

If the concert had been yesterday - this year, Monday is my day off at school, as Friday - it would have been better, because it is quite stressing to run away from my lycée which is at 40 km from Paris, but I am happy to attend another concert of Brigitte calls me Baby, the rock band from Chicago that I have discovered last year, thanks to Morrissey, who chose them as opening act for his concerts in Dublin and Paris. I am also happy to see again some French friends I met at

One of the most beautiful and intemporal Italian songs: Senza fine , by the great songwriter and singer Gino Paoli , composed in 1961 for Ornella Vanoni , one of the finest singers that Italy have ever spawned. Born in the same year 1934, Ornella Vanoni and Gino Paoli were lovers first and very close friends later in their life. Ornella died last November and Gino has followed her now in March: I guess they have found the Sky outside the Room. I am not and I have never been

Living in Paris, I have always dreamt of singing in a band and even forming one on my own, but I soon realized that there were and still are many obstacles to music projects, and not just the main one - i. e., how to live doing music : Musical tastes are not easy to combine, even in a huge, cosmopolitan city like Paris. There still are people who want to rock... in French, which is ( désolée , mes amis français ! ) one of the most boring languages for rock, punk and to

Two weeks later, I am still in Zurich... with my mind. Happiness is still on my side and all the beautiful flowers and birds of my beloved Parisian park tell me that there are More Good Things to come. Below, some flowers for YOU. Photos taken by me (as always) in "my" park. Vera da Pozzo Paris, 21st March 2026 (C) Vera da Pozzo (C) Italy is Mine (C) Italy is Mine and It owes Me a Living #moregoodthingstocome #flowers #nature #loyalty #goodthings #goodthoughts #VeradaPozzo #I

Spring is already here And Spring was your Last Season on Earth Mio caro Papà This Flowers are for You Pointing to the Blue Skies Like I do with my Eyes To the Most Beloved and the Most Regretted Vera da Pozzo Paris, on Father's Day, 19th March 2026 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 #FlowersformyFather #FestadelPapà #Papà #FathersDay #flowers #themostbelobedandthemostregretted #VeradaPozzo #Italy

You came to my Rescue On Saint Patrick's Day You took Me by the Hand On Saint Patrick's Day You helped Me to face Evil On Saint Patrick's Day You stood by my Side On Saint Patrick's Day You, my Oracle You, my Miracle You, my Spectacle You, my Friend On Patrick's Day And Every Day God bless and protect You Silver Boy Fantastic Bird To YOU Vera da Pozzo Paris, 17th March 2026 Saint Patrick's Day Poem published above and Poem in link above are both written by me. Pictures below

Spring has arrived earlier this year, thanks to Morrissey and his European tour which has started in Aarhus in mid-February and has finished tonight in Seville. I have not yet the time to finish all my posts about the four ( they should have been five ) concerts I have had the chance to attend (Hamburg, Rotterdam, Lille and Zurich) and this rentrée will not allow me to write more, at least for the next two weeks. Below, some pics of Morrissey's concert in Seville, via Getty

A quiet walk in my favourite Parisian park, far from Hell and evil people. Unfortunately, it is also far from Seville, where Morrissey will sing tonight. Sing and shine tonight, Fantastic Bird! Art is an Eternal Spring. I hope I will see You again in Europe this year, during my school holidays. Below, some flowers from my havre de paix in Paris. Photos by me. Vera da Pozzo Paris, 16th March 2026 (C) Vera da Pozzo (C) Italy is Mine (C) Italy is Mine and It owes Me a Living..

I started this week by my retrouvailles with my beloved park, and I am ending it by coming back to the Bar behind the Grands Boulevards where I sing every Sunday evening. I am already here early in the afternoon for the rehearsals of our next cabaret. Vera da Pozzo Paris, 15th March 2026 (C) Vera da Pozzo (C) Italy is Mine (C) Italy is Mine and It owes Me a Living #backtothecabaret #Paris #VeradaPozzo #ItalyisMine #italyismineanditowesmealiving

Some flowers for YOU. Photos taken by me in my favourite Parisian park, this afternoon. P. S. It was a great concert, and I knew it. Los cabrones working for the Spanish press will be furiously disappointed. Below, two pictures of the concert, found on the Web. I will edit with due credits when I found the photographer's name or nickname. #flowersfromParis #toYOU #SilverBoy #SingandShine #Morrissey #VeradaPozzo #ItalyisMine #italyismineanditowesmealiving

I prefer the English version of this proverb with "sailor" instead of "shepherd" because shepherds (except the Good One, of course) do not care about sheep just for their own sake, but for milk and meat. Pictures taken by me today, with a bit of my favourite Parisian Park. Vera da Pozzo Paris, 14th March 2026 (C) Vera da Pozzo (C) Italy is Mine (C) Italy is Mine and It owes Me a Living #rossodiserabeltemposispera #redskyatnightsailorsdelight #Paris #nature #spring #VeradaPo

Avoiding social media is a very healthy thing: it spares time and energy for better things to do than be bullied or involved in silly polemics by unknown people whose existence depends on how many likes and shares they get for what they post or (more often) they repost: meaningless and even fake contents, gossip and ragebait stuff; and, of course, everything is trendy because it allows more visibility, likes and shares. Thus, and not surprisingly, the social mob is exploiting

I write a lot in my head, during my long travel to Hell and back, but this week of rentrée scolaire my time and my energies have literally been stolen by the usual nasty and evil crashing bores. [To be continued] Vera da Pozzo Paris, 14th March 2026 Above: back to the chain gang. The second day of boredom was starting. Below: a bit of beauty, outside the bars. There is also some beautiful spots inside, but there is only one I can enjoy because the rest is for the pupils who d

Milano is an awful city, dull, shallow, frivolous, corrupted, polluted, extremely expensive and impossible to live for the working class people, but I would have endured the pain of going there just for attending Morrissey's concert tonight. Unfortunately, school holidays are over and tomorrow I have to come back to the chain gang, but I am sure that it will be a great concert and I do hope somebody will post on YouTube some videos or even the full concert. Sing and shine, Si

Mother Nature has her Seasons: Each of Them has its Charms And these Flowers are for You, Fantastic Bird, Dearest Friend: You are a Real Artist indeed And Art is an Eternal Spring. To YOU. Sing, Shine and have a great time in Milan tonight, Fantastic Bird! Vera da Pozzo, Paris, 9th March 2026. Poem above and photos below by me. Below: pictures of flowers and trees from my favourite Parisian park, taken by me today. Vera da Pozzo Paris, 9th March 2026 #FlowerfromParisforYouFan