Italy is mine

Release update on Morrissey Central: three more weeks for the release of Notre-Dame Deluxe 12" vinyl, i. e., few days before the first concert of the new European tour which will take place in Lillestrøm, near Oslo. My first time in Norway: I have never been so far in the North of the Emisphere in which I was born and where I live. As usual, my purchase will be delivered at the Fnac shop. Let's stretch out and wait... Good night! Vera da Pozzo Paris, 2nd May 2026 P. S. Joke a

Detail of a drawing I made on my diary today, after the unexpected meeting with a beautiful Jay near my favourite tree in my beloved Parisian park. I love every kind of animals and I am fascinated by birds and other flying creatures. Among the birds, I have a soft spot for jays because, even if they are not great singers, they are very shy, so wise and extremely faithful, and not just beautiful. Vera da Pozzo Paris, 2nd May 2026 (C) Vera da Pozzo (C) Italy is Mine (C) Italy i

Inspired by the 1964 play Eh?, written by Henry Livings, the film was produced four years later. Directed by Peter Hall and starring David Warner and Cilla Black, Work is a four-letter Word is not available on DVD but it can be watched on YouTube and it will be a nice divertissement tonight. The original film's title song by Cilla Black (a singer I do like, whom I discovered through The Beatles before knowing that Morrissey was a fan of her) and the "infamous" cover by The Sm

April is over And May is here: Ad Maiora! True Joy is near It may happen, so Make It happen now Vera da Pozzo, Paris, 1/5/2026 As an Italian proverb say, Forza e coraggio! Dopo aprile viene maggio. I am quite busy with my second musical number for the upcoming cabaret, so I post just a detail of the drawing I have made this afternoon; I will edit my article and add a full picture of my artwork tomorrow. Short poem, article and drawing by me. Vera da Pozzo

Yesterday I enjoyed the retrouvailles with my friends from Bordeaux: we spent a lovely sunny day near the "Luco", nickname of the Jardin du Luxembourg. After having lunch in an Italian restaurant with many vegetarian and even some vegan options and then a walk from the Luco to the Odéon, we came back to the Panthéon, had a vegan ice-cream with a biscuit spoon before going to the Irish Cultural Centre, visiting the mediathèque and Earthbound (a film installation by Clare Lang

A nice post from Morrissey. La naissance du jour, an unusual novel written by Colette in 1927, partially based on her mother's letters, and published in 1928. The original French title reminds me of the epilogue of André Gide's Les nourritures terrestres (1897), one of my favourite books by one of my favourite writers: Le jour naît. Descends dans la plaine. Regarde de plus près chaque chose. Lyncéus, viens ! approche-toi. Voici le jour et nous y croyons. (André Gide, Les nour

Photographs taken by me in my favourite Parisian park yesterday. Vera da Pozzo Paris, 29th April 2026 (C) Vera da Pozzo (C) Italy is Mine (C) Italy is Mine and It owes Me a Living #MayisonitsWay #May #flowers #nature #beauty #photography #VeradaPozzo #ItalyisMine #italyismineanditowesmealiving

Your Loving and Tender Four-legged Messengers Come to Me when I'm awake And even visit Me in Dreams Sweet, Merry, Playful Dogs May God bless all their Souls And You, my Friend, in Whole For, to Me, You mean the World To YOU Vera da Pozzo Paris, 27th April A. D. MMXXVI Poem above by me, of course; photo below found here. (C) Vera da Pozzo (C) Italy is Mine (C) Italy is Mine and It owes Me a Living #dogsinmydreams #dogs #dreams #friends #message #tenderness #loyalty #truth #lov

The poet's flower: Rosa canina, or dog rose or eglantine. Photo taken by me today, around noon, in my favourite Parisian park. As it was a bit windy, I put my hand on the branch in order to prevent the beautiful dog rose to oscillate too much while I was taking this picture. A sprig of rosa canina was one of the gifts rewarding poets for their literary excellence during the Middle Age, at the Academy of Floral Games in France. To YOU. See You in two months! Vera da Pozzo Pari

This morning I have met this lovely robin in the quiet "secret garden" inside my favourite Parisian park. I zoomed a lot because I would not disturb him by coming closer, so this is not an extraordinary picture and I surely would not win a photography prize, but it is a nice souvenir of this unexpected meeting. More and more Good Things to come, indeed. Vera da Pozzo Paris, 27th April 2026 (C) Vera da Pozzo (C) Italy is Mine (C) Italy is Mine and It owes Me a Living...

A lovely sunny day spent with some friends. Too much sun, maybe - at least for me; but the air was fresh and the birds sang so gently in my favourite Parisian park before the closing time. Today we celebrate the 81st Anniversary of the Liberation of Italy from Fascism and Nazi German occupation. I would have loved to be in Italy on this day, like last year, but the date of the new cabaret show is near and Sunday rehearsals and filages cannot be missed. Vera da Pozzo Paris, 25

The short poem below was sleeping in my head: I have just woken it up and wrote it down here. I saw You somewhere in Paris And You are exactly the same: As merry as the day is long You rush to me and stretch Your paws over my hands And even do the baisemain For You're glad to see Me again. Vera da Pozzo Paris, 2nd May 2026 Below: a Merry Spaniel - i. e., a lovely, happy and cheerful black English Cocker Spaniel who resembles the One I dreamt about last night. Picture found s

During my school holidays in Paris, I am glad to have had the chance to go to the Irish Cultural Centre tonight and watch Clouded Reveries by Ciara Nic Chormaic: a stunning interview-documentary with and about the poet and essayist Doireann Ní Ghríofa, an interesting figure in the Irish literary world. I would have loved to meet her but there was just the director, a resident artist at the Irish Cultural Centre: Ciara Nic Chormaic is a lovely and friendly lady - as all the Ir

More concerts to enjoy, more Countries and cities to discover, from the North to the South next Summer, plus Paris and Brussels in December. See you in two months, Fantastic Bird! Below, a bit of beauty from the secret garden behind the wall of the Irish Cultural Centre, this evening. Vera da Pozzo Paris, 23rd April 2026 (C) Vera da Pozzo (C) Italy is Mine (C) Italy is Mine and It owes Me a Living #AcrossEurope #Morrissey #Tour2026 #Summer2026 #Winter2026 #Norway #Germany #It

My school holidays start with good news... Morrissey in Europe again: many dates this Summer, and three more concerts later in the year: Paris (la Seine musicale) on 3rd December, Netherlands and Belgium at the ending of 2026. It's time to check my agenda. Below, the new European poster and my screenshot of today's post on Morrissey Central. "Hello Hell" was written on the drumkit in 2023. Oh, the irony! Vera da Pozzo Paris, 20th April 2026 (C) Vera da Pozzo (C) Italy is Min

How do You come to Me Through the Night's Heart Into the Day's Start? What or Who is the Force That silently guides You In my Bed and my Dreams? Your Presence is a Present Your Tenderness is Strong Just like a Silver Shield That protects Me from Evil And keeps Me Safe and Well In the Embrace of your Love To YOU Vera da Pozzo Paris, 18th April 2026 Poem above and photos below by me, of course. The beautiful flowers (Myosotis and Iris) in my favourite Parisian park. (C) Vera da

The Day had not started yet When You woke up in Terror As a Deer who could not escape From the Rush of the Final Hunter A Tiny White Butterfly Dances over the New Grass You sent Her to console Me On this Sad Anniversary To the Unique and Irreplaceable One Vera da Pozzo Paris, 17th April A. D. MMXXVI Poem above and photos below by me, as always. (C) Vera da Pozzo (C) Italy is Mine (C) Italy is Mine and It owes Me a Living

Your Last Words The Night before The Eternal One Still haunt Me They made me laugh That night And they make me cry Since then I could not imagine You were about to leave I did never expect What You would tell Me And since that Night, Your Last One on this Sad, Mad, Bad World, Your Words I behold Your Strange Prophecy Was Your Farewell Gift Everything that happened, happens And will Happen since that Night Bears the Sweet Seal of Mystery Put by Your Surprising Last Words To th

Watching a Grey Heron in flight I know well that wu wei Is the one and only way And there's no need to fight Because an Insightful Mind Is stronger and faster than The most Malicious Lie Vera da Pozzo 999 Paris, 15th April 2026 Poem above and photo below by me, of course. A wondefully scented red rose in the courtyard of the Irish Cultural Cii8kooentre in Paris. (C) Vera da Pozzo (C) Italy is Mine (C) Italy is Mine and It owes Me a Living

Article coming as soon as possible. I will write it during my upcoming holidays . Meanwhile, a photo I took on the seventh anniversary of the fire that destroyed the ancient roof and a part of Notre-Dame of Paris. As I had an afternoon off, I came back to Paris earlier and I went to Notre-Dame and then to the Irish Cultural Centre, near the Panthéon. Vera da Pozzo, Paris, 15th April A. D. 2026 (C) Vera da Pozzo (C) Italy is Mine (C) Italy is Mine and It owes Me a Living