Italy is mine

My Soul, let's go and enjoy This lovely Sunny Day For the Pouring Rain Will fall again tomorrow And even if I love the Rain And her Dancing Drops I come from the Sun's Home And I Iove his Warm Light more. Vera da Pozzo Somewhere in the North of Italy, 22nd October 2026, 1:30 P. M. A beautiful classic song in my head... Blue Skies shining at me: Nothing but Blue Skies do I see. Bluebirds singing their Song: Nothing but Bluebirds all day long. This morning I had a long walk and

Too busy this month to check my personal mailboxes, this evening I found an e-mail received twelve days ago: the association L214 asking to fill in a feedback form about the vegan march "Fermons les abattoirs" ("Let's close the slaughterhouses") I joined on 3rd October. I was very happy to join the march, so my only suggestion for the next edition is to make the vegan food stand more visible and with more and cheaper choices, in order to prove to the non-vegan or non-vegetari

Morning has broken: starting a new day with a deep, beautiful song written in 1931 by Eleonor Farjeon on Bunessan, a Scottish Gaelic tune, recorded in 1971 by Yusuf / Cat Stevens. It rained a lot yesterday, during the late afternoon and evening, and it rained even more all the night long: I love the rain and I slept very well. Early this morning, while I was finishing and posting my poem and article dedicated to the Charolaises Cows I saw from the train last Saturday, the sky

A nice reminder by George Rae on YouTube, reposted on Morrissey Central today. Of course, I do not need to be reminded when and where Morrissey will sing, but I like George Rae's fan videos and I cannot wait for December. Below: a very beautiful sky, somewhere in the North of Italy. Photograph taken by me this morning. (C) Vera da Pozzo (C) Italy is Mine (C) Italy is Mine and It owes Me a Living #HandsacrosstheOcean #Morrissey #2026Tour #USA #Europe #UK #tour #GeorgeRae #fanv

Finally, on Morrissey Central today, many beautiful photographs of Morrissey's show in Greensboro. Andy Augustyn, whoever you are, thanks a lot for these postcards from Greensboro, North Carolina. Below, screenshot of the post's first part. Link to the post just above. I was quite disappointed to not find videos from this gig: most of them are on FB, while there are just few and incomplete footages (shorts instead of videos) on YouTube. The post from Morrissey Central arrives

I am tired of the Human Rage And I need to turn the Page The Train is running so fast That Cows and Calves are just White Spots on a Green Landscape And I know They cannot escape I see Them, so Peaceful and Quiet While in Paris it's Chaos and Riot People want to rest in Peace After having lived through Wars While They want to live in Peace And to die when Nature calls I look from the Train at these Charolaises And I wonder Who cares about Them I certainly do, and I dream of a

Since last weekend, YouTube's algorithm keeps suggesting me The More You ignore Me, the Closer I get on various playlists; today, on Morrissey Central, a collection of numerous covers (videos and shorts) on YouTube. Who can ignore YOU, Fantastic Bird? Vera da Pozzo Somewhere in the North of Italy 20th October 2026 (C) Vera da Pozzo (C) Italy is Mine (C) Italy is Mine and It owes Me a Living #WhocanignoreYou #message #Morrissey #TheMoreYouIgnore #MorrisseyCentral #TheMoreYouIg

This article, as the birthday poem I have just published, has been sleeping in the drafts since yesterday morning. It is a real blessing to watch ad libitum this beautiful video of Morrissey in Lowell, singing Home is a Question Mark, posted by Ryan Lowry on YouTube: it was a very nice surprise to find it last week, when I was still in Paris and four-letter-wording in Alcatraz. Many thanks to Ryan Lowry, Winnie Wong, Avery Munson Clark, Timothy O'Connell and Jinho Myung who

The Sun has melted the Fog Who kept the Sky captive And now I can see your Eyes In all their Light Blue Brightness Dear Wise Man, now Centenarian How I wish I could rewind Time And unchain my captive Mind Print my Poems and my Drawings Without any Hesitation And allow You to give Me Your Farewell Gift - the Book You wanted so bad to publish For You knew I should be known Despite my Modesty and Shyness But I was wrapped up in the Fog Of the complete Antithesis of Love Who dail

Who is the musician who actually plays the drums on Without Music the World dies?... ... The answer is on Morrissey Central. Meanwhile, Morrissey is singing at Steven Tanger Center for the Performing Arts. I fell asleep around 10 P. M. (Italian hour) and, as it happened for the concert in Washington, my brain woke me up at 2:50 A.M., when the pre-show is about to end,and Morrissey is going on stage with his band for another beautiful concert. Embrace your Light and shine in t

A quiet and sunny afternoon somewhere in the North of Italy and many beautiful photos (by Ryan Lowry) of Morrissey's concert in Washington: who could ask for anything more? Well, it would be great to be in Greensboro for the second gig of the third US leg of the tour. Have a lovely Sunday, Fantastic Bird: sing and shine and be happy tonight! Always true to YOU :) Vera da Pozzo 18th October 2026 Below, screenshot of the first part of the message on Morrissey Central. Link to t

Photographs taken by me today. Vera da Pozzo On the rails again, heading to Somewhere in the North of Italy 18th October 2026 (C) Vera da Pozzo (C) Italy is Mine (C) Italy is Mine and It owes Me a Living #ontherailsagain #travelling #train #Italy #holidays #VeradaPozzo #ItalyisMine #italyismineanditowesmealiving

I had just managed to update my long article which follows a poem to the Unique and Irreplaceable One and contains some childhood memories, while entering Italy and getting closer to the part of my family who lives Somewhere in the North and with whom I will spend my school holidays. I am waiting for the border controls: if the Police is not too busy with people who do not have their ticket, I will proudly show my brand new electronic identity card with a good old-fashioned (

Eighteen Months without You Never will I get through But I know, I do know When I see a White Dove It is You from Above And I stop feeling low. To the Unique and Irreplaceable One Vera da Pozzo On the rails 17th October A. D. MMXXVI Poem and detail of the artwork above by me. I drew it on my diary early this afternoon in Paris: it is more a sketch than a proper drawing because I had a very short time before leaving the Ville Lumière, but I love the non finito effect and also

Too late to write again my article for Oscar Wilde's birthday which I had published this afternoon, but it was not even been saved in the drafts (Wix, why did you do this to me?!?), I will just say how I am glad for the release of the single Kerching Kerching (from the new album Make-up is a Lie) with Isle of Dogs as the B-side, and Without Music the World dies as the B-side of the single Zoom Zoom the Little Boy (also from Make-up is a Lie) and how I was glad, early this mor

[It seems that Wix has some trouble: my article has not been saved. Such a waste!!!] Vera da Pozzo Paris, 16th October 2026 (C) Vera da Pozzo (C) Italy is Mine (C) Italy is Mine and It owes Me a Living

I would have loved to have the time and the energy to write a little tribute to Mata-Hari yesterday, on her death's anniversary, but I was exhausted. More than a decade ago, when I was a poor PhD student, I wrote a short article in French about Mata-Hari for a cultural and educational project. I have always been more interested in artists from the past than present-day artists (there are very few real artists, nowadays) and I have a soft spot for the Belle Époque and the entr

Paris, Friday, 2:22 A.M. I wake up without any apparent reason, but when I check the time I know the reason is that it is still Thursday in Washington and Morrissey will sing now. Sing and Shine, Fantastic Bird! Vera da Pozzo 15th October 2026 (C) Vera da Pozzo (C) Italy is Mine (C) Italy is Mine and It owes Me a Living Edit n° 1: I was so terribly tired that I fell asleep again just before publishing the short post above... and I woke up again exactly two hours later. Thank

Well, it seems that I will have to walk a bit because buses avoid a large sector where my lycée and others are. If the students' claims are legitimate, their strategy (can we really call it a strategy?) is totally ineffective and the riots are a cadeau for the Government, the Police (the young people, the girls and the women are an easy and attractive target) and also for both the Far right and the Far Left and their media whores. Journalists who really inform the people have

I have not finished my article about the Puppets' Riot yet (it is growing in the form of a short tale about the ordinary and evil stupidity in Alcatraz and the disgusting manipulation of the students' discontent in France) and I still have to respond to some messages from friends and one of my cousins, but it's been a hard day and I am already in bed, as I have to wake up very early tomorrow morning for the last day of four-letter word in Alcatraz before Autumn school holiday