Italy is mine

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

Despite what the "ecological-negationists" say, climate change is already here and now, and it has an impact on Nature, Animals and Humans lives, and also on Art. It is really a pity that CBGB Festival has to be cancelled due to 50 MPH winds. As these kind of events happen more and more often, unfortunately, festival organizers should plan in-doors venues as an alternative place for concerts, in case of malu tiempu ("bad weather" in Sicilian), in order to avoid these cancella

I am the Teacher least likely to, the most original, clever, well-read, fair, kind, funny, patient and human my students could find (all these qualities are hardly to be found in the same individual and, without any false modesty, I do have all of them) but there are boring tasks I cannot escape from, as tests and corrections. When I entered in the big Usine à gaz called Ministère de l'Éducation nationale, two dull formateurs pédagogiques warned the new teachers about the da

Standing firm A Hard Day's Night But it's all right Far from the Fight Mr. Shankly Standing blankly Is so frankly Unanointed Disappointed And Disjointed For I resist And rise my Fist And still persist Vera da Pozzo Paris , 23rd September 2026 Poem above and photo below by me. Beauté en banlieue. Even in the ugliest places I can find Beauty, like this shiny Moon at 8 P. M. When I was finally back to Paris, I felt I would have found more messages to cheer me up, so I had a look

During my quick cruelty-free lunch before taking the bus from Alcatraz to the other bahut (French jargon for "school", whose original, literal meaning is "coffer", "chest") in the picturesque banlieue parisienne, I had a look at Morrissey Central and I was not disappointed. Well done, Silver Boy. Ad maiora! Below: photo found on Google, taken by someone who had the chance to attend the concert in Buffalo, last night. All credits to him or her. Short article by me, with link

Photo taken by me near Hell's Gates, far from Paris. I am the only human being who has noticed how the tree behind the gates and the magnolia outside want so bad to reach for each other. Vera da Pozzo Paris, 22nd September 2026 (C) Vera da Pozzo (C) Italy is Mine (C) Italy is Mine and It owes Me a Living #youllneverwalkalone #trees #friends #trees #friendship #nature #photography #toYOU #VeradaPozzo #ItalyisMine #ItalyisMine #italyismineanditowesmealiving

It's already Tomorrow in Paris And there is Something I have to tell You... Sing and Shine And be Fine Tomorrow Night To YOU Vera da Pozzo Paris, 22nd September 2026 Short poem by me. I was so tired by my very long day that I fell asleep just in the middle of my writing, and I finished it two hours later, when I woke up because l was thirsty. Photo below taken this morning (the only day when I do not have to wake up too early and rush to my four-letter word place) during a ve

Looking for news about Morrissey's concert at Riot Fest yesterday, I have found a very embarrassing article (a non-compte-rendu) written by someone who knows very little about Morrissey and his music and repeats ad nauseam the usual Moz-bashing topoi, as if the hostile message written on the fence of the Riot Fest was a "proof" that Morrissey should be banned, and implying that, if he is still invited at festivals and allowed to go on stage, it is "just" because he still has

Morrissey's tour in the United States starts tonight at Riot Festival, Chicago, IL. Sing and shine and be happy, Silver Boy! Enjoy the US tour with your band, your crew and your fans. See you in the Old Europe. True to You, Vera da Pozzo Paris, 19th September 2026 Exactly two months after the wonderful concert in Cernobbio and all the beautiful memories I dearly keep in my mind. Below: drawing made by me with a black Bic pen, without preparatory sketch, as always. I took my i

May your Day be Happy as a Jaybird May the Rainbow find its way Through the Clouds and the Rain And colour your Morning so far away To YOU Vera da Pozzo Paris, 19th September 2026 Short poem above and photo below by me. A new start. (C) Vera da Pozzo (C) Italy is Mine (C) Italy is Mine and It owes Me a Living #GoodMorningtoYou #LovelyDay #Rain #Rainbow #flowers #happyasajaybird #faraway #friendship #message #poetry #photography #toYOU #VeradaPozzo #ItalyisMine #italyismineand

Last night I wrote a letter to a Good Friend. It has been seven weeks since I have started writing my letter: many pages and lots of fragments written on the paper in Italy, while recovering from that horrible flu, and other bits written on my smartphone's notes, during my daily journeys from Paris to Alcatraz and back (I cannot handwrite properly on the train) and I had to interrupt it so many times that I feared I would have never been able to finish and to send my letter

Whatever happens, my Friend, I'll always think of you kindly. To YOU Vera da Pozzo So far, yet so near 18th September 2026, 22:22 Micro-poem above, added article [update] and photos are all by me, as usual. Below, picture taken this afternoon: one of my favourite spots in my dear Parisian park. [Update on the same day - evening in Paris, France - afternoon in Chicago, Illinois] So, just after posting my message, I took a look at Morrissey Central and I found this post. I do l

Jewish German-American psychedelic pop artist and animal rights activist Peter Max Finkelstein (Berlin, 19 October 1937 - New York City, 14 September 2026) in 2002 helped Cincinnati Freedom, the brave cow escaping from slaughterhouse, to be rescued and homed in a safe place, the Farm Sanctuary in Watkins Glen, NY. Sadly, Peter Max spent his final years in the haze of Alzheimer's disease. May he rest in peace, as his wife Mary Balkin (20 October 1966 - 9 June 2019) who spent h

Good Night and sleep tight, My Friend Sleep more and better Than Me Sleep well, my Dear, And have The best Dreams You can Dream of Sleep and dream for Me Too, 'cause I can't do the same It's Time For Me to get up And go To Four-Letter Word To YOU Vera da Pozzo Paris, 17th September 2026 Poem by me. Illustration below... coming soon - i. e., as soon is possible, but certainly not now. Update - photo taken by me early this morning, before starting to four-letter word. (C) Vera

Two great singing voices and tortured souls died in 1977: Elvis Presley on 16th August and Maria Callas on 16th September. I was not yet born at that time, thus, to me, Elvis and la Callas have always been shining in the Dead Stars Constellation, whilst their voice and their art are eternal. Last Sunday I drew a double tribute to Maria Callas and Elvis Presley on my diary: I started from Maria's portrait, then I drew the portrait of Elvis and, since they both are in black, I

Tomorrow is Now And I will reach You Anyway, somehow To YOU Vera da Pozzo Paris, 15th September 2026 Short poem above and photo below by me. A beautiful and gracious dove in my dearly beloved Parisian park. (C) Vera da Pozzo (C) Italy is Mine (C) Italy is Mine and It owes Me a Living #tomorrowisnow #tomorrow #now #IwillreachYou #anyway #somehow #toYOU #poetry #message #action #VeradaPozzo #ItalyisMine #italyismineanditowesmealiving

Lady Breeze, don't You know? My Friend is waiting for My Gentle Thoughts to fly From Me to his Mind Go to Him, Gentle Breeze: I can't go by myself And my Thoughts need your Wings For my Message to Him To YOU Vera da Pozzo 13th-14th September 2026 Poem by me, of course, and obviously without Artificial Idiocy Picture by me coming soon, when I am back to Paris from my very far-away workplace. Update - photo below taken by me: detail of my dearly beloved Sophora Japonica in my f

My Love Is like A Dove: Pure and At ease In the Sky But so Shy On the Ground Vera da Pozzo Paris 12th September 2026 Short poem above and photo below by me. Picture taken today after a very long, happy promenade in my beloved Parisian park. (C) Vera da Pozzo (C) Italy is Mine (C) Italy is Mine and It owes Me a Living #LikeaDove #dove #love #nature #poetry #photography #VeradaPozzo #ItalyisMine #italyismineanditowesmealiving

I was walking in my Park Surrounded by the Trees When I felt your Presence Running through my Legs Up to my Arms and Shoulders As Shivers of Joy and Delight Just like the Pure Pleasure that The Fresh Breeze and the Warm Sun Give Me on a Late Summer Saturday You are Nature, my Friend; and so am I And the Brave Sequoia which stands Tall As a Link between the Earth and the Sky Reminds Me of your Precious Words Whatever the Hell happens in my Life I stand Firm, Proud and True to

A Morrissey's song with a fan made video featuring James Dean, posted by Morrissey Central on the anniversary pf Pier Angeli's death. You were Good in your Time, from Years of Refusal. 2009, the year when I finally saw Morrissey in concert for the first time. It was such a long wait. Vera da Pozzo Paris, 10th September 2026 Below: black-and-white Bic ballpen portrait of James Dean and Pier Angeli made by me after a very lovely, long walk in my favourite Parisian park. This po