Italy is mine

Oscar, dear Oscar, Why did not you stay in The Island of the Sun? The Sea would have cured Your Ear's infection And the Sun would have healed Your Heart's affection You were happy in Palermo And the Boy in the Cathedral Hoped You would come back But You chose Paris, where You should have fled to At the right Time Paris had You (C) Vera da Pozzo

Europe may be old, but her appeal to Morrissey is intact. See You next year, somewhere in Europe . Be young, be foolish, be happy. (C) Vera da Pozzo #TheOldLadyhasntlostherappeal #Europe #Morrissey #MorrisseyinEurope #tour #Morrissey2026 #music #news #VeradaPozzo #ItalyisMine #italyismineanditowesmealiving

Among the Italian Saints, Cecilia is one of my favourite ones, et pour cause : music is in my life since the beginning, and even before my birth, thanks to the radio and my parent's and siblings' good taste. During the few days I spent in Rome, three months and a half ago, after Morrissey's concerts in Lucca, Rome and Catania, I had not the time to visit the Church of Santa Cecilia in Trastevere, but I visited it many years ago and quite hurrily - which is not in my habits,

We were born together We were child together In the worst historical time We grew up together We left Germany together We danced in Paris together Long legs, steels and paillettes Making Europe and the US Love Germany again We moved to Italy together We loved to live there together But we missed our Country And we came back together We grew old together We turned 89 together We could have lived longer But we were sad and tired of A World without Grace We were born in Summer A

Seven months Have already passed But You are back And even younger than Me How can it be possible? I am a Child again But it's just a Dream And all I can get Lays on my Pillow Deep in my Mind Before the Dawn To the Unique and Irreplaceable Vera da Pozzo Paris, 17th November 2025 I am in love with my favourite Parisian park and I have a special affection to this magnificent Gingko Biloba. I love also the Palm that is growing up in spite of the pollution and the sadness of not

Ten years have passed, and I cannot keep the count of all The moments of silence We have observed since then In vain ... Vera da Pozzo Paris, 13rd November 2025

Paris, Le Zénith, sixteen years ago, my very first Morrissey's concert. Memories are etched in my mind. (To be continued...)

I dont know why, but I knew that You would have posted something on Central today... and here it is : Photographs taken by Ryan Lowry in Paris Zénith, on 15th June. Today, sixteen years ago, I saw You (finally!) for the very first time at the Zénith in Paris. I had been waiting for this first concert since 1985, when I was just a small child. (To be continued... I have to go to work)

When Nothing seems to happen And You're stuck on a Desert Island There is Something coming along, and You'll find it sooner than You imagine So please, no more Tears Falling down from Your Eyes: Do Your Best and don't worry If the Dawn seems to be late And the Darkness is too heavy When your Black Dog bites again I hear You crying de profundis: Through Your Voice I feel Your Pain And It's running through my Veins For I know well what It means Since I was eight, sad and helpl

Pier Paolo Pasolini was killed fifty years ago. His friend Ninetto Davoli remembers him and expresses his joy to see how many young people are interested in Pasolini's works and message. You can see and listen to Davoli's short interview here and also enjoy a longer interview (Ninetto Davoli in conversation with Corrado Augias) here . Unfortunately, there are not English subtitles for non-italian speaking people. I was not even born when Pasolini died; his murder was planned

You should have been with Us now Rembering and not being remembered Why did You have to go? The Unanswered Question Stays steadily in my Mind And -alas! - I still cannot find The Key of this sas Enigma But I can light a candle and pray For You and all the Beloved Ones Vera da Pozzo, Paris, 2nd November 2025 Below: pictures taken by me today in one of my favourite Parisian churches. I seldom attend the Mass: I have always preferred the churches when there is nobody. This after

Rosanero (pink and black) are the true colours of my city, where Beauty and Squalor, Misery and Joy are so tightly tied together that it is breathtaking: only people who were born and live in Palermo can fully understand all its contradictions. Thus, and not surprisingly, Palermo Football Club is stuck to the Outsiders' fate: so much talents, and so scarce results; uncertainty being the only constant of a team who can be brilliant, but not always and never for a long time.

Johnny Marr is undoubtedly a very talented and skilled guitarist and he did a great work when he was just out of his teens in a crowded and extremely lively music scene in Manchester and The Smiths came "to disturb the peace", as James Baldwin said during his famous talk at New York City's Community Church in 1962. In a crowded and extremely lively music scene in Manchester, The Smiths emerged as a band of "ordinary boys" who did not just want to be famous, but who were det

"Gioventù bruciata" ("burnt youth") is the Italian title of the movie Rebel without a cause , starring James Dean, Natalie Wood and Sal Mineo, which turns 70 today, 27th October. I made a drawing of James Dean yesterday, but I will publish it when I will have the time to draw Sal Mineo and Natalie Wood too.

Last year I had not the time to write something about one of my favourites songs by The Smiths, but I made this drawing, taking my inspiration from the Australian sleeve of the single. Here is my artwork: Below, the Australian sleeve for Ask , with Cemetry Gates as the B-side. Photograph by Jo Novark. Cemetry Gates is another of my favourite Smiths songs: I was blessed to listen to both of these songs live, at my very first Morrissey's concert at the Paris Zénith in 2009.

Detail of a drawing I made this afternoon: I directly used bright coloured gel pens, without preparatory sketch. Vera da Pozzo, Paris, 17th October 2025 (C) Vera da Pozzo (C) Italy is Mine (C) Italy is Mine and It owes Me a Living

Below: my personal homage to Oscar Wilde on his birthday page in my diary. As I was (too much) busy last Thursday, I made this drawing on Friday. Drawing made by me with a black Bic pen and three Damascene rose blossoms. (C) Vera da Pozzo (C) Italy is Mine (C) Italy is Mine and It owes Me a Living #HappyBirthdayOscarWilde #OscarWilde #literature #art #life #drawing #artwork #Morrissey #VeradaPozzo #ItalyisMine #italyismineanditowesmealiving

Somewhere in Paris, today, enjoying a cup of hot oat milk with saffron and a sesame biscuit very similar to the Sicilian Cubbàita.

Oh, yes, indeed. https://www.morrisseycentral.com/messagesfrommorrissey/463117-honey-you-know-where-to-find-me

A tiny drawing I made last Sunday night. (C) Vera da Pozzo (C) Italy is Mine (C) Italy is Mine and It owes Me a Living #almamatters...