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Italy is mine

... and it owes me a living

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Vera da Pozzo, an Italian expat in Paris.

From the Island of the Sun to the Isle of France.

My pseudonym Vera da Pozzo is a pun alluding to what I care about most : truth and loyalty, depth and insight. In my mother tongue, the syntagma "vera da pozzo" means a puteal, but it could be a female name followed by a family name. Water is indispensable for living, and we need to keep it pure and unpolluted; it is the same for truth.
I write in English because I love this language since my childhood and also because English allows me to have a more detached view on both Italy and France. The title of my personal website and blog is a paraphrasis of the verse "England is mine and it owes me a living", from Morrissey's song "Still Ill", released in The Smiths debut album "The Smiths" on 20th February 1984. As Italy had nothing to offer to young people like me, I decided to throw my arms around Paris, as Oscar Wilde did, and I am still here. Like francophone actor Lino Ventura, I am and I will always be Italian.

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20 October 1986 - 2025: Happy 39th Birthday, "Ask"

Last year I had not the time to write something about one of my favourites songs by The Smiths, but I made this drawing, taking my inspiration from the Australian sleeve of the single. Here is my artwork: Below, the Australian sleeve for Ask , with Cemetry Gates as the B-side. Photograph by Jo Novark. Cemetry Gates is another of my favourite Smiths songs: I was blessed to listen to both of these songs live, at my very first Morrissey's concert at the Paris Zénith in 2009.

Hold on to your Friends

Pictures by me and / with some friends. Saturday night. Below: Sunday afternoon, on the rooftop of the Collège de France and in the...

It's up to You, New York!

Too busy to write, still I have found the time for this drawing. Detail of my artwork. ... and my drawing in its whole. New York, New York...

My Deerest Love

Drawing made by me today. During the concert at the City Folk Festival in Ottawa (the second gig of the Canadian leg of 2025 American...

Sing and Shine, Fantastic Bird!

Quick artwork in my diary. #singandshinefantasticbird #Morrissey #Montréal #singandshine #fantasticbird #music #art #2025tour (C) Vera da...

Like a Flash in the Morning

Like a Flash in the Morning You enter in the Bedroom Slamming the Door But I can't see Your Face: You are White and Bright As a Lightning...

In my home library

Since I left my hometown, and my older sister too, our home library has become a bit messy. But I always finds certain books, as this...

There speaks a true friend

So, you feel the urge Of a cultural purge And you gently warn me About the terrible danger ( Don't look back in anger ) Of a...

Sing and Shine again, Silver Boy

So far away, yet so near to Me With Your soothing Voice That pulses in my Veins Since I was a Little Girl Chasing Sadness and Fears...

Anna Magnanimous

You, Unwanted Child Of a Missing Father And a Distant Mother, Craving for your Mum's Love That Aunties and Grandma Could never...

Bonne Nouvelle

My outfit for my rendez-vous karaoke today. On my way to the Karafun Bar, just after the new good news about Morrissey's European tour, I...

Good News

Quoting the song Danny Boy (1913) by Frederic Weatherly : English lyrics on an Irish folk tune, Londonderry's Air . Below, a lovely red...

Oscar, the Immortal Outcast

We share just a little bit of The Twentieth Century But I have always felt Myself As a Nineteenth-century Soul Your Gentle Face, so...

Wisdom and Beauty overcome Sadness

I could not tell why, when I was a child, Gente di Dublino (the Italian translation of Dubliners ) by James Joyce appealed to me so...

To a Juvenile Blackbird

Juvenile Blackbird, You welcome Me With your Joyful Singing, Swinging on a branch Just in front of Me And all the bad things And the sad...

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