Italy is mine

After having unconfortably stood for almost two hours in a crowded train during the first leg of my trip, i. e., from Somewhere in the North of Italy and Milan, and after having waited for the Frecciarossa Milano-Parigi praying and meditating in the tiny Station Chapel, very fittingly dedicated to Santa Maria del Cammino, I am now on my way to Paris. To come back again to the huge, crowded and noisy Milano Centrale Station was not as appealing as it was in July, when I had a

Summer has not finished yet, but holidays are almost over and I'll soon return to Paris... I love every season, but Summer has always meant the season of freedom... [To be continued...] Vera da Pozzo 29th August 2026 Short post - in fieri - by me. Photo below (Notre-Dame de Paris) taken by me almost nine months ago. (C) Vera da Pozzo (C) Italy is Mine (C) Italy is Mine and It owes Me a Living #IllsoonreturntoParis #Summer #holidays #SummerHolidays #freedom #Italy #Paris #Notr

Too busy today, I just took a brief pause and a quick look at Morrissey Central after lunch, and I was pleased to find a new post with the link to an interesting article, written in English and posted yesterday on Medium by Jo Gabel, an Italian female fan who attended Morrissey's concert at Villa Erba in Cernobbio. Besides the obvious and necessary cinematographic mentions to Anna Magnani and Luchino Visconti, there are many literary references which speak mostly to well-read

This afternoon, on Morrissey Central, a post with a short article about the making of Morrissey's eight studio album Ringleader of the Tormentors (2006) recorded in Rome twenty-one years ago, with a nice picture and a tiny, funny message of thanks to Jed Weitzman. The title of this post, You must please remember, is a reference to the second song (the first one is Nobody loves Us) on the B-side of Dagenham Dave, which was released as a single on 21 August 1995, seven days bef

Such a sad coincidence: on the same day than Dolly Parton, Tim Curry (1946-2026) is dead, too. I wish to remember him with this short interview by CBS, posted on YouTube just two weeks ago: "The life and mystique of Tim Curry", and an extended version, posted on CBS YouTube channel in October 2025. The sad news of Tim Curry's death came to me from Morrissey Central. There are no words, indeed... I hope Tim Curry will find his beloved father, who died when he was just ten, and

A lovely Blackbird: photo taken by me today. I zoomed a lot because I did not want to bother this fantastic bird by getting closer. I do like the involuntary "painting effect" on the metal railing. Short article and picture by me. Vera da Pozzo 26 August 2026 (C) Vera da Pozzo (C) Italy is Mine (C) Italy is Mine and It owes Me a Living #moreandmoreandmoregoodthingstocome #goodthingstocome #message #messenger #blackbird #VeradaPozzo #ItalyisMine #italyismineanditowesmealiving

I have found and read this article today and I am glad that Morrissey has read it, too. As I am not on IG, I have no idea of what is the link below the article: I will ask a French friend about it later. [Update: the IG reel is a video of a young bloke who plays the vocal part of This Charming Man on the bagpipes] About the article, I do not understand why the author expresses surprise and curiosity about the Gen Z enjoying Morrissey's music and attending to his concerts: I d

There are people who should never die, and life is an absolute pigsty when it deserts them, as it is the case for Dolly Parton, a complete artist and a whole human being, whose integrity, talent, humour and strong personality represent the very best part of America, i. e., the United States. I wish the POTUS (I hate to even mention his name), who was born in the same year than Dolly Parton, did more than paying a tribute to her and followed her example: she was much more than

It was just a month ago and it already seems an eternity... Barcelona, BARTS Festival: my last concert of Morrissey's Summer Tour. The awful flu I caught during the travel back to Italy stole me ten days and plenty of energy, thus I still have to update my article about the concert. Summer holidays are on their way out and I will enjoy these days the most and the best I can, in a peaceful place. Whatever the Hell happens in my life, I will stand firm. See you in December, my

You were the Unwanted One A difficult child who became An Unaccomplished Woman With a Distant Mother A quite Vulgar Husband And an Adopted Daughter You always leaned on Your Devoted Brother Who did his best to replace Your Late, Regretted Father He always held his Pain hidden While You became Ego-ridden Always needing a stage and a crowd You spoke and You laughed too loud An absolute Stranger to Me in Life When You died You forgot the Knife Stuck on my Back for What You did T

Red leaves announcing new roses to bloom. Photo taken by me this morning, in memory of Nicola Sacco and Bartolomeo Vanzetti, Italian immigrants and anarchists, who were unjustly charged with armed robbery and murder and sentenced to death after a long, biased and irregular trial. Sacco and Vanzetti spent seven years imprisoned in Charlestwon prison in Boston and, despite many worldwide popular manifestations demanding their release, they were sent on the electric chair on 23r

What will I sing tonight? If I have the chance, I will sing twice, But the bar is full and I am too tired To stay late in the night But I know well what I will sing: My Life To YOU Vera da Pozzo Somewhere in the North of Italy 21st August 2026 Short 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 #SingingmyLife #singyourlife #toYOU #songsthatsavedyourlife #VeradaPozzo #ItalyisMine #italyismineanditowesmealiving

In Licata, a big village near Agrigento, Sicily, there is mercy, water, food and shade for the street dogs. Video on YouTube; screenshot of the video below with text added by the journal "La Stampa" from Turin. Sicilian street dogs and stray cats are part of my heart: I miss them as much as I miss the sea, the mountains and the monuments of the Island of the Sun where I was born. Their life is not easy, but there are kind people who care for them. Vera da Pozzo Somewhere far

I am waiting since this Morning Watching how the Lightning Strikes Are ripping up the Doomy Skies Thunders' roars are approaching They urge the Rain to fight Fate But the Sleeping Rain is late I've been waiting all Day long For the Thunderstorm to boom Now the Rain drowns the Doom I can sing my unsung Song Let my Message unfold To the One I do behold Vera da Pozzo Somewhere in the North of Italy 20th August 2026 Poem above and pictures below by me, of course. (C) Vera da Pozz

If Time passes My Happiness Cannot vanish And I'll cherish All my life long The very Moment In your Song That We spent Shaking Hands For a while Smiling Friends You and I To YOU Vera da Pozzo 19th August 2026 Poem by me, of course. Below: detail of a picture taken by a French friend. (C) Vera da Pozzo (C) Italy is Mine (C) Italy is Mine and It owes Me a Living #onemonthago #shakinghands #smilingfriends #beautifulmemories #goodmemoriestocherish #happiness #joy #friendship #mus

I have just retrieved a 2019 article about the finding of rare pictures of "Speranza", Jane Francesca Agnes Elgee Wilde (1821-1896) and two of her children: her only daughter Isola Francesca Emily (1857-1867), who died few weeks before her tenth birthday, and her second and most famous son Oscar. Below: the photographs mentioned in the 2019 article linked above. Two literary projects I had to shelve - the first one in 2016, the second one in 2023 - crave for my attention, and

Good news from Morrissey: both 7-inch are on their way and they will be released on Oscar Wilde's birthday. After another failed attempt to have a chance to get my first passport, I did need some good news and (only God knows how) I knew that I would find them on Morrissey Central. I hope Bonfire of Teenagers will be released next year, before of after the new album announced two months ago. Below: two photos by me. Detail of the door of a church whose name and location I pur

A thought and an artwork by me, followed by some quotes by great people from the last century related to my reflections. In most cases, what drives people to spend all their time and energy in the attempt of ruining other people's lives by defaming, harassing and bullying them is not just envy, but a desperate need to fill their inner void, because they are unable to do something worthy and meaningful in their own lives. Vera da Pozzo, 18th August 2026 Below: a drawing I made

Sixteen Months is a long Time Longer than Eternity And the Distance is so far Huger than Infinity Like a Black Hole in my Dreams I cannot see your Shadow I cannot hear your Echo I have no Consolation To the Unique and Irreplaceable One Vera da Pozzo 17th August 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 #SixteenMonths #poem #poetry #photography #memory #totheUniqueandIrrepleacebleOne #VeradaPozz

Italy is mine and it owes me a living... and a passport for going to the United Kingdom. I could blame the UK for the ill-advised vote for Brexit, which, in the end, caused more problems than offering solutions to the UK citizens and, moreover, punished European citizens who worked and paid taxes in the UK, but who had temporary contracts (their bosses, as in Italy or in France, preferring a system of short-term contrats periodically renewed) and thus they were compelled to l