Italy is mine

On my way back to Paris by train, my throat and my nostrils dry and hurt by toxic smoke of the fires lit this morning by the bastards casseurs outside Alcatraz, how comforting was to watch some videos of Morrissey's concert in Lowell on YouTube. Thanks to the person who posted them and thank you, Morrissey, for being real and true to yourself and to us. Silver Boy, your Light never goes out! Enjoy a lovely break before the second leg of your US tour, in two weeks. To YOU Vera

The last concert of the first US leg of Morrissey's tour is tonight in Lowell. Sing and shine and fly high. Fantastic Bird! Vera da Pozzo Paris, 30th September 2026 Short message above and picture below, taken in my beloved Parisian park yesterday, by me. (C) Vera da Pozzo (C) Italy is Mine (C) Italy is Mine and It owes Me a Living #FlyHighinLowellFantasticBird #Lowell #FlyHigh #FantasticBird #Morrissey #SingandShine #US2026Tour #music #show #concert #purejoy #VeradaPozzo #It

I enjoy an Unexpected Free Hour Like a Child who enjoys her Playtime Vera da Pozzo Alcatraz, 30th September 2026 During my free hour this morning, I checked Morrissey's website for more news and I was happy I could immediately watch a new George Rae's fan made video, featuring Buster Keaton with the live version of Home is a Question Mark sung by Morrissey in Buffalo last week. While many fans focus on the erotic verses, to me, this song is more about Someone longing for the

And now, back to Alcatraz. Photo by me, taken this morning. Vera da Pozzo Banlieue, 30th September 2026

Despite the waste of time going from Paris to Alcatraz and back, I had a lovely day and I found a new friend in my lovely Parisian park and we enjoyed lunchtime together. Article and photographs by me, taken in my dearest locus amœnus, just before going to four-letter word. [To be continued...] Vera da Pozzo Paris, 29th September 2026 (C) Vera da Pozzo (C) Italy is Mine C) Italy is Mine and It owes Me a Living #anewfriend #europeangreenwoodpecker #woodpecker #picusviridis #pi

Gabriel, my favourite Angel: God's left hand and the Gentle Rock, the One who brings Good News to Good People of Good Will. Drawing below made by me with a black Bic pen last Sunday; I coloured it with shiny gel pens this morning. The image of a Gentle Rock makes me think of a very well-known Smiths' song (here in its live version from the beautiful concert at the 3Arena in Dublin that started Morrissey's 2025 Summer tour) because Kindness is Strength. Today's drawing is for

Back from Alcatraz, early this afternoon, I took this photograph in a very unbeautiful Parisian spot, where I found, nonetheless, Beauty and Poetry in a White Dove. These last times I often see doves like this one, and I know they are messengers of Good Things to come. The Shiny White Dove walking and the Dark Black tramway tunnel made me think about Saint John of the Cross (Juan de la Cruz, born Juan Yepes de Álvarez, 1542-1591), a Spanish priest and Carmelite friar, born f

A new week starts. More time on the public transports than in my classroom: it is the "new" idea (in fact, a recycled one) that Mr. Shankly had during a long, difficult session on the only throne he can occupy. I am unfuckwithable, and always thankful to the One who makes me feel good even in the worst situations. Vera da Pozzo On the way to Alcatraz 28th September 2026 Article above and photo below by me. A wise advice from my beloved Sicily. (C) Vera da Pozzo (C) Italy is M

Back from the soirée karaoke, trouble with transports, found an alternative to get back, but I will be late and I will have another short night, as I have got to get up very early tomorrow... ehr, today; and my message for a very Special Friend is still in itinere... Vera da Pozzo Paris, 27th-28th September 2026 Below: photo by me. (C) Vera da Pozzo (C) Italy is Mine (C) Italy is Mine and It owes Me a Living #initinere #ontheway #messageinitinere #messageforaspecialfriend #fr

Saturday Night's Laundry Falling asleep while writing How Hard has this Week been? Not enough to make Me Weak For the Light that shines in Me Will never be switched off And You will never be Far From my Gentle Thoughts To YOU Vera da Pozzo Paris, 27th September 2026 Poem above and photographs below by me, taken this morning in my beloved Parisian park. [I will add more pictures later] (C) Vera da Pozzo (C) Italy is Mine (C) Italy is Mine and It owes Me a Living #AnotherMessag

Photographs taken by me today in Paris. To YOU Vera da Pozzo Paris, 26th September 2026 More photographs, taken in my favourite Parisian park this evening. (C) Vera da Pozzo (C) Italy is Mine (C) Italy is Mine and It owes Me a Living

Buon Compleanno, Indagatore dell'Incubo. Article coming as soon as possible. Vera da Pozzo Paris, 26th September 2026

The Summer has just ended But the Weather is still warm On this Night of September You say Goodbye to your Friends You don't know it's a Farewell Alone, You're walking back Home A Smile on your Childlike Face You are just eighteen years old Never again You'll see your Mom And You will never grow old Federico Aldrovandi Your Name could fit to A Middle-Ages Knight But you are just a Boy Born in the Eighties Caught in the Night By four Murderers In Bloody Uniforms Who'd make blu

Despite what the "ecological-negationists" say, climate change is already here and now, and it has an impact on Nature, Animals and Humans lives, and also on Art. It is really a pity that CBGB Festival has to be cancelled due to 50 MPH winds. As these kind of events happen more and more often, unfortunately, festival organizers should plan in-doors venues as an alternative place for concerts, in case of malu tiempu ("bad weather" in Sicilian), in order to avoid these cancella

I am the Teacher least likely to, the most original, clever, well-read, fair, kind, funny, patient and human my students could find (all these qualities are hardly to be found in the same individual and, without any false modesty, I do have all of them) but there are boring tasks I cannot escape from, as tests and corrections. When I entered in the big Usine à gaz called Ministère de l'Éducation nationale, two dull formateurs pédagogiques warned the new teachers about the da

Sunset on my beloved Parisian park. Photos below taken by me today. Vera da Pozzo Paris, 24th September 2026 (C) Vera da Pozzo (C) Italy is Mine (C) Italy is Mine and It owes Me a Living #PinkLight #light #pink #nature #park #Paris #sunset #birds #beauty

Standing firm A Hard Day's Night But it's all right Far from the Fight Mr. Shankly Standing blankly Is so frankly Unanointed Disappointed And Disjointed For I resist And rise my Fist And still persist Vera da Pozzo Paris , 23rd September 2026 Poem above and photo below by me. Beauté en banlieue. Even in the ugliest places I can find Beauty, like this shiny Moon at 8 P. M. When I was finally back to Paris, I felt I would have found more messages to cheer me up, so I had a look

During my quick cruelty-free lunch before taking the bus from Alcatraz to the other bahut (French jargon for "school", whose original, literal meaning is "coffer", "chest") in the picturesque banlieue parisienne, I had a look at Morrissey Central and I was not disappointed. Well done, Silver Boy. Ad maiora! Below: photo found on Google, taken by someone who had the chance to attend the concert in Buffalo, last night. All credits to him or her. Short article by me, with link

Photo taken by me near Hell's Gates, far from Paris. I am the only human being who has noticed how the tree behind the gates and the magnolia outside want so bad to reach for each other. Vera da Pozzo Paris, 22nd September 2026 (C) Vera da Pozzo (C) Italy is Mine (C) Italy is Mine and It owes Me a Living #youllneverwalkalone #trees #friends #trees #friendship #nature #photography #toYOU #VeradaPozzo #ItalyisMine #ItalyisMine #italyismineanditowesmealiving

It's already Tomorrow in Paris And there is Something I have to tell You... Sing and Shine And be Fine Tomorrow Night To YOU Vera da Pozzo Paris, 22nd September 2026 Short poem by me. I was so tired by my very long day that I fell asleep just in the middle of my writing, and I finished it two hours later, when I woke up because l was thirsty. Photo below taken this morning (the only day when I do not have to wake up too early and rush to my four-letter word place) during a ve