Italy is mine

Today I had a day off before another journée de pré-rentrée (I will not bother trying to translate this expression in English, because it is just nonsensical French school jargon, as we are already at work since yesterday morning) and on Thursday morning pupils and teachers will be back on the chain gang. At least, kids are not boring and, even when they are difficult, they are still human. After visiting Oscar's (and Robbie's) tomb, I started my brand new diary and enjoyed o

Every time I go to Père Lachaise visiting Oscar Wilde's tomb I always think of his loyal friend and lover Robert Ross, who is anonymously buried with him and I say a prayer for both of them. I have always admired Robbie's courage and his loyal, lifelong affection towards Oscar. Vera da Pozzo Paris, 1st September 2026 Short article above and photo below by me. (C) Vera da Pozzo (C) Italy is Mine (C) Italy is Mine and It owes Me a Living #visitingfriendsonadreadedsunnyday #fri

Please, be patient, my Dearest Friend: I did not forget the Promise I made And despite all the Worries I've had And still have, I will keep It, for I care. To YOU Vera da Pozzo Paris, 1st September 2026 Short poem-message above and pictures below by me, of course. Detail and whole photo taken today. (C) Vera da Pozzo (C) Italy is Mine (C) Italy is Mine and It owes Me a Living #MyPromise #toYOU #promise #message #friendship #poem #poetry #photography #Paris #VeradaPozzo #Italy

Who cares if They are hainous liars Whose only Happiness is to harm People who are earnest and kind? I stand firm, and I thank God For all the Good and Beauty He put in this World, And I thank You to be a Part Of this Beauty and Good And a Friend to behold Whatever the Hell Happens in my Life I stand firm I am young I am foolish I am happy I am true To myself And to You To YOU Vera da Pozzo Paris, 31st August 2026 Poem above and photos and artwork below by me. I have just dec

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