Italy is mine

[The first paragraphs of this article have been written on 3rd August 2025, but I did not have the time to finish it. I have decided to publish my article in its second version, updated but not completed, while I am looking forward for its whole, definitive version, next year. Vera da Pozzo, 31.12.2025] I have had the chance to attend seven concerts in two months; none of the gigs I planned and bought the tickets for was cancelled. By the way, I was and I will always be compl

The Year is getting old Too much old to stay more Than few hours left, but I do not care, because You have only spent A small part of It Just 9.176.400 Seconds And It was Over Still You have stayed Nevertheless, otherwise Always standing by my side As You will always, forevermore To the Unique and Irreplaceable One Vera da Pozzo Somewhere in the North of Italy 31st December A. D. MMXXV Poem above and photographs below by me, as always.

Many things to write here and many things to draw (also for a collective exhibition in Paris which will start in one month) and a message to send to... So, for today, I will just share a bit of beauty I have found on YouTube . Enjoy Frog's gentle adventure ... In a world where mediocrity and copy-and-paste contents generated by an artificial non-intelligence get a lot of undeserved attention and applause from the masses, the patient, sensible and sensitive artwork of someone

The rain fell so hard on Christmas Day And it seemed that a second Flood Would have wiped the Town away But finally - and how unexpected! - Saint Stephen gave Us instead A Radiant, Bright and Smiling Sun In a Shiny, Happy Vivid Blue Sky Vera da Pozzo Somewhere in the North of Italy 26th December 2025 About the meaning of the Italian expression "durare da Natale a Santo Stefano" , I suggest a good article on the website Italian Enthusiast. Poem above and photographs below by m

Christmas Time is the perfect time for some good news, and here is one from Morrissey : the new album, long-awaited and recently renewed before its release, is coming soon, and the new tracklist is known. After his post about Sire Records , last week (I was so busy I just had the time to copy, past and send to a French friend the link to Morrissey Central's post), we finally know the new tracklist of this album, whose title Without Music the World dies has changed, because t

You brought the Sun last Year, but Without You the Sky is sad now, and Grey Clouds pour Tears from Heaven The Sun shines elsewhere this Year Where We both come from, but You Will never come back there nor here Still I feel Your presence and I know You want Us all to be Happy on this Christmas Eve Thus, here is my Special Gift for You: Wrapped in Shiny Smiles and Songs There is my Joy To the Unique and Irreplaceable One Vera da Pozzo Somewhere in the North of Italy 24th Decemb

Drawing made by me. Detail.

Oscar, dear Oscar, Why did not you stay in The Island of the Sun? The Sea would have cured Your Ear's infection And the Sun would have healed Your Heart's affection You were happy in Palermo And the Boy in the Cathedral Hoped You would come back But You chose Paris, where You should have fled to At the right Time Paris had You (C) Vera da Pozzo

Europe may be old, but her appeal to Morrissey is intact. See You next year, somewhere in Europe . Be young, be foolish, be happy. (C) Vera da Pozzo #TheOldLadyhasntlostherappeal #Europe #Morrissey #MorrisseyinEurope #tour #Morrissey2026 #music #news #VeradaPozzo #ItalyisMine #italyismineanditowesmealiving

Among the Italian Saints, Cecilia is one of my favourite ones, et pour cause : music is in my life since the beginning, and even before my birth, thanks to the radio and my parent's and siblings' good taste. During the few days I spent in Rome, three months and a half ago, after Morrissey's concerts in Lucca, Rome and Catania, I had not the time to visit the Church of Santa Cecilia in Trastevere, but I visited it many years ago and quite hurrily - which is not in my habits,

We were born together We were child together In the worst historical time We grew up together We left Germany together We danced in Paris together Long legs, steels and paillettes Making Europe and the US Love Germany again We moved to Italy together We loved to live there together But we missed our Country And we came back together We grew old together We turned 89 together We could have lived longer But we were sad and tired of A World without Grace We were born in Summer A

Seven months Have already passed But You are back And even younger than Me How can it be possible? I am a Child again But it's just a Dream And all I can get Lays on my Pillow Deep in my Mind Before the Dawn To the Unique and Irreplaceable Vera da Pozzo Paris, 17th November 2025 I am in love with my favourite Parisian park and I have a special affection to this magnificent Gingko Biloba. I love also the Palm that is growing up in spite of the pollution and the sadness of not

Ten years have passed, and I cannot keep the count of all The moments of silence We have observed since then In vain ... Vera da Pozzo Paris, 13rd November 2025

Paris, Le Zénith, sixteen years ago, my very first Morrissey's concert. Memories are etched in my mind. (To be continued...)

I dont know why, but I knew that You would have posted something on Central today... and here it is : Photographs taken by Ryan Lowry in Paris Zénith, on 15th June. Today, sixteen years ago, I saw You (finally!) for the very first time at the Zénith in Paris. I had been waiting for this first concert since 1985, when I was just a small child. (To be continued... I have to go to work)

When Nothing seems to happen And You're stuck on a Desert Island There is Something coming along, and You'll find it sooner than You imagine So please, no more Tears Falling down from Your Eyes: Do Your Best and don't worry If the Dawn seems to be late And the Darkness is too heavy When your Black Dog bites again I hear You crying de profundis: Through Your Voice I feel Your Pain And It's running through my Veins For I know well what It means Since I was eight, sad and helpl

Pier Paolo Pasolini was killed fifty years ago. His friend Ninetto Davoli remembers him and expresses his joy to see how many young people are interested in Pasolini's works and message. You can see and listen to Davoli's short interview here and also enjoy a longer interview (Ninetto Davoli in conversation with Corrado Augias) here . Unfortunately, there are not English subtitles for non-italian speaking people. I was not even born when Pasolini died; his murder was planned

You should have been with Us now Rembering and not being remembered Why did You have to go? The Unanswered Question Stays steadily in my Mind And -alas! - I still cannot find The Key of this sas Enigma But I can light a candle and pray For You and all the Beloved Ones Vera da Pozzo, Paris, 2nd November 2025 Below: pictures taken by me today in one of my favourite Parisian churches. I seldom attend the Mass: I have always preferred the churches when there is nobody. This after

Rosanero (pink and black) are the true colours of my city, where Beauty and Squalor, Misery and Joy are so tightly tied together that it is breathtaking: only people who were born and live in Palermo can fully understand all its contradictions. Thus, and not surprisingly, Palermo Football Club is stuck to the Outsiders' fate: so much talents, and so scarce results; uncertainty being the only constant of a team who can be brilliant, but not always and never for a long time. Ve