Italy is mine

Five long hours of work from remote. This morning, a bizarre and amusing dream helped me to wake up in time for my first cours à distance (I will never use the words distanciel and présentiel: I hate this abusive newspeak adopted since 2020 lockdown) and I have been working without having a break for three hours and a half, including the 20 minutes of récréation. I have just had a break now: I checked on Morrissey Central and found two new messages: a picture of a music shop

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

The Rain falls hard on a humdrum Paris... Sing and Shine and raise the Temperature in Tempe tonight, Silver Boy! To YOU Vera da Pozzo Paris, 10th November 2026 Short message above and photo below by me. Tiny flowers in my beloved Parisian park They always close the park twenty minutes earlier than closing time. (C) Vera da Pozzo (C) Italy is Mine (C) Italy is Mine and It owes Me a Living #WinterRaininParisSummerSuninTempe #Paris #winter #rain #Summer #sun #Tempe #Arizona #Mor

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

A new friend: this lovely dog I met at the cabaret and karaoke bar tonight. Alexander came to me and kissed my hand while I was singing You spin Me round (like a Record) by Dead or Alive. Alexander clearly took the line "I want your love" very seriously. :D When I was a little child, I liked this song a lot and I found the video very funny, but I did not know the name of the singer (Pete Burns) nor that he and Morrissey were friends and that their friendship was over when Pet

A little drawing made by me today, inspired by Morrissey's photograph in El Paso. Vera da Pozzo Paris, 8th November 2026 (C) Vera da Pozzo (C) Italy is Mine (C) Italy is Mine and It owes Me a Living #FantasticBlackbirdinTexas #FantasticBird #Blackbird #Morrissey #Texas #ElPaso #US2026Tour #music #photography #drawing #VeradaPozzo #ItalyisMine #italyismineanditowesmealiving

A photograph and (below the screenshot) all the videos published by Alfred Rossy on YouTube. I hope more videos will appear this weekend. Picture taken by someone called Fabian and shared on Morrissey Central. Alma Matters. How Soon is Now? The More You ignore Me, the Closer I get. There are is a Light that never goes out. Irish Blood, English Heart. Everyday is like Sunday. Life is a Pigsty (and an incomplete video too, but "è sempre meglio di niente", so I will not complain

1971. I still am in God's mind ("essere nella mente di Dio", as we say in Sicily, means "to not be born yet") and there I will stay for the most part of the Seventies; my Siblings are little kids and my Parents have not bought yet the Grundig black-and-white TV (I had a Proust's madeleine moment in Munich, last year, when I noticed Grundig's advertising panels at the station), so they watch the sceneggiati at our Aunt's and Uncle's home with our Cousins, who are teenagers, wh

Sing and Shine tonight in El Paso, Fantastic Bird! Your Light never goes out. Be happy! :) To YOU Vera da Pozzo Photographs below taken by me today: a lovely Ladybird (Willpower) climbing very fast my dear Sophora Japonica. This lovely, tiny Creature wishes Morrissey a successful show tonight. :) Maybe the seven-spotted Ladybird thought I was a giant spotless Ladybird... Who knows? :) Below: a little drawing made by me for tonight's Morrissey's show in El Paso: Begonias, gre

In 1605 Europe, men had stylish moustache, wore ridiculous hats and made war instead of love; except for the ridiculous hats, nothing has really changed since then. In England, seven men tried to stop the persecution of Catholics by King James I, but they failed and they were brutally executed. The most famous among them is Guy Fawkes, and today I drew this homage in my diary. Below: details and the whole drawing made by me without any preparatory sketch. The portrait of Guy

[I wrote the article below yesterday night, but I was so exhausted that I fell asleep and my article slept in the drafts; this morning, still in bed, I have read the draft and I have added more photographs before posting it.] 5th November 2026 Late lunchtime (2:15 P. M. is very late, for my standards), after enduring six long hours in Alcatraz. 99% of the students are nice, 80% are quiet, and those who try to bother me are the puppets of the Spineless Bastards who manipulate

Photo reportage below by me. No time to write about this interesting event now. To be continued... hopefully, this weekend. Vera da Pozzo Paris, 3rd November 2026 [Little update: the broadcast is here.] Above: before the conference/conversation with Clíodhna Ní Anluain, author of the book Sounding Ireland. Radio and the Making of Us. Below: entracte. I always find something weird to photograph. Below: Rté Arena live broadcast, with good musicians, interesting people and stori

My brain woke me up too early for Paris, but exactly on time for Morrissey's concert in Houston - oh, if only I was there! I waited for a little while before turning my phone on and I am still in bed, because it is still too early for getting up and going to Alcatraz. I am not on WhatsApp and I do not want to install Tchap neither: how can the Ministery say that this app is safe, if our digital workplace (the espace numérique de travail) and even our professional mailbox have

Fantastic Bird, Sing and Shine in Houston! Art is an Eternal Spring. True to YOU, Vera da Pozzo Paris, 1st November 2026 (a cold, but lovely, sunny day) My beloved Sophora Japonica and a tiny little friend, in my favourite Parisian park. Message and photographs above by me. (C) Vera da Pozzo (C) Italy is Mine (C) Italy is Mine and It owes Me a Living #SpreadyourWingsinHoustonBluebirdofHappiness #message #SpreadyourWings #BluebirdofHappiness #FantasticBird #SingandShine #Morri

Yesterday I found on YouTube the new fan made video by Morrissey Unofficial Videos and few minutes later it was on Morrissey Central. Today, while travelling from Somewhere in the North of Italy to Milan, I checked the gallery in my smartphone and I found the photo of the Halloween-themed drawing I made on my previous diary, one year ago; it is a little divertissement with Morrissey as Dracula and quotes from two of his songs: a bit of the refrain from the classic Jack the R

Well done, Morrissey! Sing and shine tonight! Vera da Pozzo 29.10.26 (C) Vera da Pozzo (C) Italy is Mine (C) Italy is Mine and It owes Me a Living #ZoomZoomtheRisingBoy #ZoomZoom #ZoomZoomtheLittleBoy #KerchingKerching #music #singles #vinylsingleschart #Morrissey #MorrisseyCentral #VeradaPozzo #ItalyisMine #italyismineanditowesmealiving

Embrace your Light and have fun tonight in Fort Worth, Fantastic Bird! Sing and Shine as only you can. :) True to YOU, Vera da Pozzo Somewhere in the North of Italy 29th October 2026 Message and photograph below by me. (C) Vera da Pozzo (C) Italy is Mine (C) Italy is Mine and It owes Me a Living #EmbraceYourLight #SingandShine #yourLightnevergoesout #FantasticBird #Morrissey #concert #music #FortWorth #US2026Tour #songsthatsavedyourlife #TruetoYou #message #photography #Verad

Nice memories from Morrissey Central: the photo of a ticket of Morrissey's first solo gig in the USA in 1991. Those were the days, when Morrissey was a voice flying from my radio-cassette player to my veins, and I was entering adolescence. Amarcord, the title of the well-known 1973 film written and directed by Federico Fellini, is the univerbation of "a m'arcôrd", a phrase which means "mi ricordo" ("I remember") in Fellini's native dialect, the Romagnol. Etymologically, the v

Well, it is not a secret, but let's repeat it: the current Government is one of the worst that Italy have ever had, and it is the rotten fruit of decades of gerontocracy, berlusconism (an extremely aggressive and appallingly vulgar evolution of the existing corruption), and agony of progressist Left - even if it could seem a tautology, nowadays, the Left is not always progressist. There are seven millions (!!!) of Italian expats throughout the world, and most of them are, li

My cousin and Godfather, who was already a young adult when I was born, had plenty of vinyls at home: lots of Italian music (even progressive rock bands, like the PFM or, in extenso, Premiata Forneria Marconi) and many English, American and German music, including Velvet Underground. At my Aunts and Uncle's home, I absorbed a lot of music since my infancy, and Lou Reed is part of my musical landscape since then. At my parents's home, the turntable we had was broken and I do n