Italy is mine

Detail and whole drawing made by me using a black Bic pen yesterday, and coloured also by me today, on the sad 11th anniversary of Paris Bloody Friday. Two days after the massacre, on Monday, I came back to school (I worked in another lycée, outside the Région parisienne) some students asked me: "Madame, vous avez peur ?" and I just responded: "Non. Je suis très triste et en colère". These are the same sentiments expressed by Morrissey in Bonfire of Teenagers, the unreleased

Little artwork by me, illustrating the poem Soldati (Soldiers, 1918) written by the great Italian modernist poet Giuseppe Ungaretti (1888-1970). I had the chance to start reading poems at a very early age, long before studying them at school, and I wrote my very first poem when I was eight. To me, Poetry carries every Life's Mysteries and it is like Oxygen: I could never imagine a World without Poetry, without Dead and Living Poets to read and to listen to and without Passi

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

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

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

My Soul, let's go and enjoy This lovely Sunny Day For the Pouring Rain Will fall again tomorrow And even if I love the Rain And her Dancing Drops I come from the Sun's Home And I Iove his Warm Light more. Vera da Pozzo Somewhere in the North of Italy, 22nd October 2026, 1:30 P. M. A beautiful classic song in my head... Blue Skies shining at me: Nothing but Blue Skies do I see. Bluebirds singing their Song: Nothing but Bluebirds all day long. This morning I had a long walk and

Eighteen Months without You Never will I get through But I know, I do know When I see a White Dove It is You from Above And I stop feeling low. To the Unique and Irreplaceable One Vera da Pozzo On the rails 17th October A. D. MMXXVI Poem and detail of the artwork above by me. I drew it on my diary early this afternoon in Paris: it is more a sketch than a proper drawing because I had a very short time before leaving the Ville Lumière, but I love the non finito effect and also

Handsome and Timeless You looked like a Russian Pianist and Composer From the early 20th Century On the black-and-white portraits I saw of You, Dear Uncle Green Eyes like our Sea Kind and Rebel Gentleman You died Young and Childless And your Wife never forgot You Always cherishing your Memory Eleven Years of Happiness She treasured every Second And She lived a very Long Life For You both, because She loved You As much as You loved Her, and... Semper vivit Amor Love lives Fore

Yesterday was a very difficult day because of the violent blocus and all the hypocrisy of most of my colleagues who, as they did the day before, spent their time walking in the corridors, watching from the windows and laughing at the black bloc (the useful idiots of the Far-Right and the Macronie, which is itself quite far on the right-wing spectrum; most of them are not even pupils) outside Alcatraz gates, instead of teaching to the few kids who bravely came to school, but,

Gabriel, my favourite Angel: God's left hand and the Gentle Rock, the One who brings Good News to Good People of Good Will. Drawing below made by me with a black Bic pen last Sunday; I coloured it with shiny gel pens this morning. The image of a Gentle Rock makes me think of a very well-known Smiths' song (here in its live version from the beautiful concert at the 3Arena in Dublin that started Morrissey's 2025 Summer tour) because Kindness is Strength. Today's drawing is for

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

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

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

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

Below, drawing by me. The baby Blessed Virgin Mary with her mother, Saint Anne. Black bic pen without preparatory sketch and the brand new brilliant coloured gel pens I bought yesterday. Dedicated to... (C) Vera da Pozzo (C) Italy is Mine (C) Italy is Mine and It owes Me a Living #NativitàdiMaria #NativityofMary #VergineMaria #VirginMary #SantAnna #SaintAnne #drawing #art #artwork #VeradaPozzo #ItalyisMine #italyismineanditowesmealiving

It has been a while since I drew something: the flu robbed me a lot of time and energy. Today, I am back to Bic - i. e., the classic quatre couleurs ballpen - and here is my new artwork: a portrait of Morrissey before the concert in Zurich, five months and four days ago. As usual, I made this portrait without preparatory sketch. Vera da Pozzo 11th July 2026 (C) Vera da Pozzo (C) Italy is Mine (C) Italy is Mine and It owes Me a Living #BacktoBic #ballpen #art #drawing #artwork

Drawing made by me on my diary this morning. Born in Lisbon, Fernando Martins de Bulhões (15th August 1195 - 13rd June 1231) became a Franciscan friar, took the name of Anthony and settled in Padua, after having lived and preached in Coimbra, Morocco, Sicily, Tuscany, and Romagna. He was just thirty-five when he died. I hope to have the chance to visit Padua and the wonderful Basilica dedicated to him, one day. Vera da Pozzo On Saint Anthony's Day 13th June A. D. MMXXVI Below

A very rainy day, especially in the afternoon, but this morning I had the chance to enjoy a one-hour promenade in my beloved and deserted Parisian park. How I was glad to enjoy to be there in complete solitude - but not alone, because there are hundreds and hundreds of friends in leaves, petals or feathers who are happy to meet me again. While I was peacefully walking, suddenly a verse, then another, came to my mind and I wrote a short poem on a tissue, with the help of my de