Italy is mine

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

[Paris, 12th October 2026, 1:00 A.M.] A new message from Morrissey on Central, about his favourite albums and singles from his own repertoire. The title of his post is clearly a hint to In my Life (1965), one of my favourite Beatles' songs, and God knows how I needed a message like this one to cheer me up just now. I am back from the karaoke night with bittersweet feelings: a kind, unexpected gift from F., an old habitué; cheerful people, as usual; three guys/girls singing-a-

Handsome and Timeless You looked like a Russian Pianist and Composer From the early 20th Century On the black-and-white portraits I saw of You, Dear Uncle Green Eyes like our Sea Kind and Rebel Gentleman You died Young and Childless And your Wife never forgot You Always cherishing your Memory Eleven Years of Happiness She treasured every Second And She lived a very Long Life For You both, because She loved You As much as You loved Her, and... Semper vivit Amor Love lives Fore

A pile of corrections (student papers from four different classes) done this afternoon, after a walk in my beloved Park, a vegan ice-cream and an exhibition discovered on my way towards the Irish Cultural Centre. It was a very exhausting week and I am glad to be free from four-letter word. I hope my students will enjoy their weekend too, despite of the spite from the Government. Short article and photograph below by me. Vera da Pozzo Paris, 9th October 2026 (C) Vera da Pozzo

My Dearest Friend I keep You in Mind As the Young Blackbird Rescued from Ravens Held in my Small Hands The Biggest Treasure Because You're Nature And Good is What You bring For Art is an Eternal Spring. To YOU Vera da Pozzo Paris, 8th/9th October 2026 Poem above by me, from an idea I had early on Thursday morning. Photo below by me, taken in my dearest Parisian park today. (C) Vera da Pozzo (C) Italy is Mine (C) Italy is Mine and It owes Me a Living #IkeepYouinMind #Mind #gen

The night of the very first Smiths' concert, opening for Blue Rondo à la Turk at The Ritz with Dale Hibbert on the bass, before Andy Rourke joined the band and contributed to their unique sound. Hibbert, the recording producer and short-time Smiths' bassist, shared few years ago the recording of The Cookies's song I want a Boy for my Birthday covered by Morrissey and Marr that night; however, it is a studio recording made in August 1982, and not a live recording from "An Eve

Francis' presumed portrait, painted by the great Medieval maestro Cimabue. Assisi, Basilica di San Francesco. Francis of Assisi (Francesco d'Assisi, born Giovanni di Pietro Bernardone, circa 1181 - 3rd October 1226) was named patron saint of Italy by Pope Pius XII on 18th June 1939, during the Fascist dictature and almost one year before the declaration of war to France and England by the Screaming Bald Bully and the Grim Moustached Dwarf. Now, on the eigth centenary of Saint

Come here Without fear There is nothing to Prove to nobody Don't impress Just express And never crave For attention Don't you see? Live and be For nothing else Matter to me Vera da Pozzo Paris, 4th October 2026 I could not help writing something today: the incipit of this poem popped into my head when I woke up, as a ray of light in the haze of the cold I have caught; and, when the Inspiration calls, all I can do is to write. Poem and short article above by me, as the picture

Photograph taken in my beloved Parisian park this morning. It is a lovely, bright day to enjoy and be grateful for Life. I took many other pictures and the space in my smartphone is getting fuller and fuller again, but I choose to post just this photo before going to the (for once...) Vegan Place de la République. The lovely Bumblebee on the Morning Glory (blue Ipomœa) followed me under the green canopée of my dearest Sophora Japonica and danced around me. This is the Day the