Italy is mine

Photograph above taken from this article about the impact of wars on climate change. Morrissey's song I bury the Living (music by Jesse Tobias) from the album Low in High School, released in 2017. I bury the Living is also the title of a 1958 horror film that Morrissey surely knows (he loves quoting weird and obscure films) and whose plot reminds me of something, but I surely did not watched it during my long boring Summer afternoons when I was a child: I probably heard about

Above: Far Parisian Banlieue, waiting for my train to take me back to Dear Old Paris. Photograph taken by me yesterday. Yesterday I had a very hard day in Alcatraz, too much boring digital work to do late in the morning and in the afternoon, and in the evening I was so exhausted that I left many articles sleeping in the drafts: one about my Sunday lunch with a Lovely Sparrow, another one on cuddling a Dog Afraid, and another about a fantastic trompe-l'œil... and an unfinished

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

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

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

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

A Pure Soul can be hurt, But never soiled: Her Wings stay strong Among Turmoil - Nevertheless, They need to rest In a Safe Place For a little while Vera da Pozzo Paris, 19th June 2026 Poem above, whole article and photo below by me, of course. Lavender is, indeed, a quiet and safe place for this Cabbage White (Pieris brassicæ) to rest and have some good nectar: to fly with an injured wing must be terribly exhausting - and I need to rest myself too, if I want to fly again, as