Il cielo sopra una stanza

Feliz cumple , buon compleanno Mamma ,This song reminds me of you, on the way back with the 500 from your ancestral lands in Mugello, when we sang this song , and it was one of the rare moments when you were totally carefree, expressing yourself before returning back the superficiality and hypocrisy of Rome. in your medieval hamlet, in the middle of the wild and ungentrificated calvana hills, you were the carefree and adventurous And arty girl. in Rome you abbandonned all your artistic skills to love my father. This artistic loss, made you like a the Vesuvio. a fake quietness ready to erupt whenever it was allowed to. You were a brilliant in drawing and an incredible actress, and guess you could hardly fanthom yourself when you were acting or not. but you were not lying, it was just art coming through you, no matter how hard you repressed it. you did this in good faith, but it had brought you a great inner sorrow, that I m not so sure you were totally aware. a woman of strong passions going from passion, to ethereal love, thought serependipity, to the cruelest of hate. all this accordéon and camaieux of hues of emotions without flickering, coming from such an ultraterrestrial yet fragile childlike being. this very turmoil of emotions rendered thou o princess the fragilest, yet the strongest of beings, able to endure with total comitment , the 2 years of agony of my belated father. in immolation thou foundest, thou mission, against all odds, a mission impossible, and like the Titans a part of thou succumbed in the ill omens of destiny and mortality.in many things I m a bit if an illegal blonde( you are or you were legally blonde for decades, and then the coiffeur gave a bit of a touch), maybe due to my ill English jeans , no sorry genes. I was taken aback and frightened by this sudden eruptions. I was in a perennial fear to err, and feeling to walk in arenas movedizas, in moving sands. my English Levi's  made me try to comunicate with you with rationality,in order to help you and the more I was sowing so the more I was driving you crazy. I still have the extreme hability to drive people nuts with my calm yet stubborn polemic rationality , especially damned faggots, who are not really the cleverest of animals. I m not truly a brave person so I guess I decided to be an artist observing your example.I m far less of a diva than you , I m more of a secluded creature longing for a wild hermitage among plants.But I guess it s hard not to be similar in you in many facets. I inherited notwithstanding your Latino theatrically, and your idealist , and total love. In a way you brought me up as being the prince who will deliver you dörnroschen, from your castle of thorns, but alas I was just a kid, and could not save you, tried to save all my exes all with some kind of addiction , I saved them but it was of not avail. the true reality is that my mansion is surrounded by billion of thorns, and I relentlessly continue to plant it...guess I m a bit clueless...

Marco, my father and crysanthemums

 Most of What i ll write about my father is after an introduction on The flower. So if you want You can skip it , and read directly What is genuilely written by myself.I will blatanly copy wikipedia,  : The name "chrysanthemum" is derived from the Greek words chrysos (gold) and anthemon (flower).The genus once included more species, but was split several decades ago into several genera, putting the economically important florist's chrysanthemums in the genus Dendranthema. The naming of the genera has been contentious, but a ruling of the International Botanical Congress in 1999 changed the defining species of the genus to Chrysanthemum indicum, restoring the florist's chrysanthemums to the genus Chrysanthemum.

Yellow or white chrysanthemum flowers of the species C. morifolium are boiled to make a sweet drink in some parts of Asia. The resulting beverage is known simply as chrysanthemum tea (菊花茶, pinyin: júhuā chá, in Chinese). In Korea, a rice wineflavored with chrysanthemum flowers is called gukhwaju (국화주).

Chrysanthemum leaves are steamed or boiled and used as greens, especially in Chinese cuisine. The flowers may be added to thick snakemeat soup (蛇羹) to enhance the aroma. Small chrysanthemums are used in Japan as a sashimi garnish.

Pyrethrum (Chrysanthemum [or Tanacetum] cinerariaefolium) is economically important as a natural source of insecticide. The flowers are pulverized, and the active components, called pyrethrins, which occur in the achenes, are extracted and sold in the form of an oleoresin. This is applied as a suspension in water or oil, or as a powder. Pyrethrins attack the nervous systems of all insects, and inhibit female mosquitoes from biting. In sublethal doses they have an insect repellent effect. They are harmful to fish, but are far less toxic to mammals and birds than many synthetic insecticides. They are not persistent, being biodegradable, and also decompose easily on exposure to light. Pyrethroids such as permethrin are synthetic insecticides based on natural pyrethrum.

• The chrysanthemum is one of the "Four Gentlemen" (四君子) of China (the others being theplum 
• blossom, the orchid, and bamboo). The chrysanthemum is said to have been favored byTao Qian, an 
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• influential Chinese poet, and is symbolic of nobility. It is also one of the four symbolic seasonal flowers.
• A chrysanthemum festival is held each year in Tongxiang, near Hangzhou, China.^[11]
• Chrysanthemums are the topic in hundreds of poems of China.^[12]
• The "golden flower" referred to in the 2006 movie Curse of the Golden Flower is a chrysanthemum.
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• "Chrysanthemum Gate" (jú huā mén 菊花门), often abbreviated as Chrysanthemum (菊花), is 
• taboo slang meaning "anus" (with sexual connotations).

• Chrysanthemums were first cultivated in China as a flowering herb as far back as the 15th century 
• BC.
• An ancient Chinese city (Xiaolan Town of Zhongshan City) was named Ju-Xian, meaning 
• "chrysanthemum city".
• The plant is particularly significant during the Double Ninth Festival

Germany

• Industrial musicians Einstürzende Neubauten base their song "Blume" around the flower.

Japan

Flag of the Emperor of Japan

• In Japan, the chrysanthemum is a symbol of the Emperor and Imperial family. In particular, a "chrysanthemum crest" (菊花紋章, kikukamonshō or kikkamonshō), i.e. a mon of chrysanthemum blossom design, indicates 
• a link to the Emperor; there are more than 150 patterns on this design. 
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• Notable uses of and reference to the Imperial chrysanthemum include:
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• The Imperial Seal of Japan, used by members of the Japanese 
• Imperial family.
• A number of formerly state-endowed shrines (官国弊社, 
• kankokuheisha) have adopted a chrysanthemum crest; most notable of these is Tokyo's Yasukuni Shrine.^[14]
• The Chrysanthemum Throne is the name given to the position of Japanese Emperor.
• The Supreme Order of the Chrysanthemum is a Japanese honor awarded by the Emperor.
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• In Imperial Japan, small arms were required to be stamped with the Imperial Chrysanthemum, as they were considered the personal property of the Emperor.
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• "I m sorry For this partial edited copy of wikipedia, i could have pretended to paraphrase it, but it Would not have been fair. The flower represents The uttermost nobility in Asia and in catholic europe is considered as The flower of The dead . well in this case For me it represents both.  It reminds of my father, a stoic, samourai, who sacrificed his Life For his country. He believed  in The ideals of serving The country as diplomats , as my kinsmen have been doing for centuries. No matter how much he was suffering, he  worked till the  lasts days of his Life. He  fought his  Cancer as a true samourai, with dignity and composure. He never flickered, and searched political help, and he was  much an isolated figure, in th extremely corrupted italian diplomacy. i perceived he lost most of his resilience to live   by the Ministry of Foreign affairs s reluctance  to promote Him as an ambassador, in favour of more political and younger elements. His sheer idealism was somewhat broken, as mortal wound During a fight.
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• This lonesome samourai was born in Tokyo, where my grandad was Working himself as a diplomat. He was 2 when he ended up in a Concentration camp when my grandad , refused to be on Mussolini s side. He and his brother Massimo, where left wild , and became true scoundrels. After They were fred from The camp , my grandad tried to stop Being a dipomat, saddened by italian government . They moved to Brasil where his wife s family had chemical industries, and tried to be a businessman, but his love For serving his country was too strong.In the meantime, two scoundrels(mu father and my uncle)  where playing havoc .There was a private zoo close to where They lived and they fred all the animals. I wonder whether it  was i a subconscious way to deal with being kept captives themselves? I was told my father kept crust of bread under the materras,after each while in Brasil  in case of a similar situation repeats. This very  2 scoundrels, united with a local gang and used to  bresk Public light in the public parks where couples where having sex.. i remember his cruelty on having sex with Aida a girl  my uncle was in love . My father wanted him to realise She was having sex with everyone but with my uncle.. i guess this trait is very japanese and think most westeners Would find it un acceptable .  
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• His ability to break people s illusions was quite strong and it was not easy as a father figure, since i inherited most of my Artistic and dreamy side From my mum. he respected  this artistic side , in a way but did not really  know how to cope with it.  He believed to  respect   artist,but subconsciously he wanted  to control them ( no wonder my  uncle was an artist too). Strangely  enough  he had colon cancer, and according to reflexology colon represents the fear of losing control. Nonetheless , most of my relationship with him was similar with Montaigne 's father .  I was i total awe by his extraordinary knowledge . He  was a Keen esoterist, a passion he cultivated since university since his  final dissertation was about the monastic order the Templars and  their economic management of their monasteries. He was not doing a humanistic degree, but manged somehow to merge his passion with a degree in economics at the Bocconi University.
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• He was an important figure in The Esoterist circle in Rome inspired by Reghini . He Founded   his own magazine Politica Romana with eminent esoterists,stressing  on Romanology . His books Arcana Urbis and il cerchio magico are still the most comprehensive books  on The subject. it dispells all The ideas, that romans were mere copycats of the Etruscans and The Greeks. He  Found evidences t hat Virgilius was not Just a political creator of myths.
• Our Home was everything but cosy my friends were not very keen on visiting me: it Looked  a bookshop, loaded with books.  Every morning the  first thing i SAw as soon as I was  leaving my room was The tibetan book of The dead . So i grew up with book on India china and mysterious things, but  Marco  was extremely rational . He was very unhappy of my dyslexia and as a child I  did not touch a book, especially because They wanted me to read adventure books , and bloody hell i m a faggot, no Wonder The first book i read was One thousand nights. what surprised me was his uncoherence , my grandad had to BURN in several  occasions his magazines because he did not want to read books. he was very bad at School , Being a scoundrel' but For his final exam he read everything he did not read and For 6 months he studied night and day. His will was very strong

Planting the gardens of Adonai/Halloween / Bacchus

Tulips and bulbs are the prefect example of ritual plants. They are planted during fall to prepare the spring. They can be linked to the gardens of Adonis, where plants were cultivated in pots and then dried in the heats of summer. Adonis has been linked to wheat, the main food of European and west Asian people. in fact it has a similar growing time as spring bulbs, which disappear in the heat of summer. Needless to say, tulips have been introduced( even if they are found wild in Europe , as I found reading the post of Laurent Lieser, one of the biggest experts on tulips and bulbs) from Turkey to the Botanist Clusius,where they have been cherished for centuries, and growing from there to Turkmenistan .tulips are linked to Holland and Flanders, due to Tulipanomania? But is that a coincidence? is there something more spiritual, in an extremely materialistic Protestant society in this  first economic bubble in history?Now we live in a materialistic society where all the festivities are
pagan, and pagan means peasant, because the peasant is the one linked with the land, whereas the religions of the book of intellect , had to use syncretism which means to transform a pagan rite in
Christian one. Cristianity is a sterile religion where nature is abhored, and considered as a bore as a pain , where afterlife is a something we will be chastised or rewarded in the next.hence this life is just like a transit in the aeroport, between a flight and the other. Nietzche pointed out materialism is a direct evolution of Christianity where Protestantism is the utmost perfection of  its materiality. No wonder Haloween became stronger when The all saints day, was forbidden and in Gaelic it means all saints, and now it s just a thing about monsters, but today the first of November it s the first day of the year for the Celts. materialistic ceremonies are nothing more than a desire to retun to a true sacrality of life, but without the conscience of it .The Celtic festivities of Halloween are supposed to be a reference to the Latin festivity of Pomona, as the idea of decorating trees with garlands and balls( fruits), others says it is an Celtic thing, but they took the idea of life after death from the Egyptians so why not?Christmas and this consumertic frenzy hides a pagan instinct. Christmas where made yo prevent saturnalias and Mitra days all festivities linked to death and life. To harvest means to
kill the plants and to make the land barren. snd the seed has to start everything again , in a relentless
activity. likewise   Tammuz  or Adonis , ( Adonai= Lord, and no wonder it s one of the name of Yavé) child born from an incest where the father is lured by his own spouse to have sex with his daughter. on his discovering that he is bound to kill her, but aphrodites had mercy on the gal and transformed in a myhrr tree, and then she bears life to little Adonis  by cutting a branch. aaphrodites felt in love with the kid, but he asked Demeter to take the kid for a while, but them she does not want yo give it back, so they had to make a trial where it was stared that he could stay part of the year with one lady and the other. When he grew up Aphro was so insane by the young stud that Apollo was jealous and made him be killed by boars. from it's blood , Anemones, so another bulb, recollecting yo our rite of planting bulbs. Apart from the Ishtar , Oris Semitic tradition there is a very old tradition of Bacchus , and the myth of eleusis where rites of born again where made more or less in this period. And with the idea of Demetra living six month in the hades and six on the earth , simbolising the energy of vegetation and it's decline during winter. do plant bulbs as a sacrifice and make gardening sacred

rhodologue Jules graveraux and Lolita

i m deeply touched  by your comments, at my attempt to write again, and as promised I will speak of two of my greatest loves: ,Roses and Nonna Lolita, my paternal grannie.I will honor her with a fantastic old tea rose: Rhodologue Jules Graveraux, for two reasons ( the second reason you will find it at the end of the post)first because Graveraux  was the person who tried to save the collection of  roses of the Malmaison, the enormous collection of Josephine de Beauharnais, the first wife of Napoléon.Firstboth the empress and the empress of my heart, were obsessive gardeners, my grannie made gardens in every country my grandad  worked as a diplomat, and she was the one who distilled me the love of gardening and roses.. Plus both of them had this old Europe allure and elegance but both of them where born in the New Continent. Josephine, née Tascher de La Pagerie was born in Martinique, while Lolita  was born in Rua Voluntarios da patria , Rio de Janeiro from a Piemontese father and an Anglo nicaraguense mother. I will disgress a little and talk about her mother s families, first with  the maternal side: the Furtado de la Cruz, a pure blood Spanish family, who has gold mines in Nicaragua. I imagine that my karma is full of crimes towards my beloved Amerindians. I was always very surprised when Lolita talked about her grandad Chambers, who scolded her daughter because  Lolita had made some imperceptible noise while gulping some water.  the Chambers have been in the navy ( now in the navy song from the village people in ringing in my head, maybe my genes shaped me as a gay man?) for generations and there is even a maritime painter , and his works are in the Greenwich maritime museum,He was very high church,considered his grand daughters as savages, and then I understood why she was so obsessed with manners while eating, and her obsession with drinking tea everyday. on the other hand she was a very free spirited woman, and nobody could stop her in any way, larger than life. I adored her contradictions, her mix of new and old world, she was obsessed with English manners and rituals, but she was highly opinionated and blatantly honest, and sometimes cruel in her dealings with others. She was miles away from being the sweet old grannie , but adored her because she was just allergic to diplomacy and hypocrisy!She constantly threatened Ettore, my grandad, she would be totally pissed the day when we will retire from that job that has hunting  this branch people for 2 generations and a half. the Baistrocchi has
always being in a kind of military career or in the institutions, they have lived in Parma from the year 1000 on their arrival from Poland, as nercenaires.These Baistrovky, with the centuries , will become Baistrocchi, will
become earls, and will be famous in boring yet beautiful Parma for their
dedication to the city and nowadays for a car salon. oh my god how I hate cars, I ve no bloody car licence. Lolita hated this obedience of these Baistrocchi, she was " fogo" she was fire. she hated all these rigidities, but she was very rigid herself, a revolutionary lady who looked like a Hollywood star , and in every embassy she had a big group of admirers, but did not have problems to dig herself in the garden. Dhe had a very masculine attitude, or what it was considered then masculine. She could do heavy work and then dress up like a princess, always elegant even with mud. very energetic she had million of interests, very much of a vulcano, she did everything in good faith, so I was the only one who was not affraid by her eruptions, ( her nicest way of calling me was sem jeito mandou lembranças:clumsy boy said hello , and her naughtiest where : tu est une quantité négligeable:you are négligeable kind of thing, you are nothing) I could see beyond her violence and was not impressed by her" barking" because she was extremely generous.In Italy we say cane Che abbaia non dorme( dog
who barks don t bite).She had no problems in doing what was inappropriate as going to oppium smokeries, on her shopping trips to hong kong while they were in Japan, she had the most extreme curiosity and an unsatiable    hunger for knowledge and novelties. Her will was like iron for  six months
she trained every day relentlessly because she wanted to become a tennis champion , but she had  to

stop  due to a illness.She made me love ballet, tennis, opera, even though my only true love were plants and nature. What I loved more was the fragility hidden behind this mask :I still imagine this naïve, optimistic young Brazilian woman of 24, entering in a concentration camp in japan because my grandad did not want to be in Mussolini s side. My father was 2 years old, my uncle 1 and my auntie 7. my grandad was a bit of a delicate guy, so she had to be the man of the family, with her 3 and a half children. she was the one who had to fight with the Japanese for having the best food as possible. The guards were eating the prisoner s food and giving them rotten food. Dhe played for her kids a kind of la vita é bella, hence the kids loved the camp, they did not have to go to school and they could
play all day long , with Dacia Maraini and other kids.I think utter desperation  forced  her to change for love of their kids in a military lady. she had not time nor the luxury of my grandad to interiorise the feelings of the camp. feelings and emotions  and time,where a luxury she could not have. this Mask which saved her in the camp , became her prison for the rest of her life. And my impression is that none of them, ever left
the camp. I saw this clearly when my father was dying of cancer, when was 18, I saw him clearly as a samourai, and
that his unsolved issues where the main cause of his disease. I loved Lolita because she was the only

one who was honest on the fact of being broken objects , broken souls from the camp. She was allergic to this world of lies, she could not break free, but in the same time as a don quijote, never accepting it , and breaking her face against the wall. I ve been drawn to this emotional concentration camp myself, and she was the only who was honest, and a continual reminder that something was wrong among all these lies. I would have been more of a silent  and reserved type of guy, liking to spend time alone with my plsants, but realised that expression is the only way to live, and lack of communication is the beginning of disease. So in order to comunicate I had to do some violence on myself, I ma bit
clumsy like her,( she had outward violence whereas mine is more inward) and in the same, as a diplomat son I was trained as very young boy, to behave as a diplomat in social events. To be a diplomat s son is a work and I have been working since a child. I m clumsy in many aspects, because I guess I m a bit of a Lolita fighting the diplomats. I  never been allowed to be a child, I m allowing myself to be so after a lot of work on myself, and had to force me myself a lot, because we all love our prisons.
I honor my grannie , with this beauty of a bygone time, the rose rhodologue Jules graveraux has all the charms of a tea rose, a musical changing chromatism,
from the nankin , chaumois( buff) blush  to pink, slightly ruffled petals, in a semi old fashioned manner.The shrub is medium sized, airy like most of the teas, scented, and always in bloom. the canes tends to turn blackish with age. The link is not only due the fact , I learnt English reading her books about plants and rose, and she gave millions of plants, but this rose was bred in Brasil by A
Brasilian Dr Joquim Fontes, an eminent brasilian poet, magistrate, and rose grower, showing that Brasil is not mere samba , but was a very interesting from a cultural point of view

Carmen Lola aka Nonna Lolita, and blog ladies I met thanks to seeds of love

This is the most useless, of a useless kind of thing: blogs.There are trillions of them, everybody has one. My is just a waste of time and space. I m temperamental, highly opinionated, and this violent way of expressing myself comes from a fiery lady I still love with all the passion of the world Nonna Lolita, my cruel yet adorable grannie. I obviously playing the drama queen, most of my friends on the hideous thing, I m totally addicted which is Facebook, are bloggers. They are the most fantastic people ever. I first stumbled on Tiziana Sanna, the most sweet, person on earth, always a nice word for everybody, and an incredible stamina, and an infatigable researcher, there is not a second where she is perusing something for her new post and extremely generous always posting the beautiful things she sees in other gardens and gardeners with her great Furighedda gardening where she talks about her paradise in the paradise island of Sardinia. Then a walking rose plant, a great lady in pink, with an obsession I truly share: The obsession for roses.She found an incredible rose breeder in Australia, Warren Millington, using vintage old hybrid teas in the likes of  Mme Caroline Testout and other stalwarts of beauty and perfection with rose species, in order to create, extremely healthy and  incredibly vigorous roses, all cold hardy.I m particularly attracted by his Virginiana hybrids. Virginiana s are northern American fern leaved roses, ridiculously cold hardy, almost subzero roses, which turn orangy/ yellow/ reddish leaves of the most enchanting combinations ever. This short yet pollinating wild beauty can grow in very swampy environments, almost soaked. Which makes it a very interesting parent, since most roses loathe soaked soils, which is alas a characteristic of a lot of gardens.The neverending energy of The lady in Pink aka Isabelle Olikier-Luyken

n is extraordinary, and she really knows how Masonna sees Music: Makes the people come Together:) . She was so convinced of Warren s masterpieces, she made them available in Belgium at the great roses de Daniel ! Daniel Schmitz in Malmédy. Daniel has been know for his choice of old roses and for innovative rose breeders as Scarman, a contemporary Gallica rose breeder. Isabelle with her blog a Little bit of Pardise, as Tiziana shows her ability with her gardening skills on little Belgian paradise .Not only Isabelle is conving everybody to have Warren roses, but she really is like Music. Through her seeds of love she makes people from 300 countries all over Europe but been even Northern America and Australia to share seeds thanks to a lottery. I m a shy and hermit person but she forced me to open up to what is more of a family than a gang of plant lovers.It was an extremely hard moment of my life. After I had to leave my ex boyfriend after a world trip of six months, where I had to nurse him and he had here 3 other boyfriends, this seeds of love brought me back to life.That s why I wanted to meet them in sangerhausen the most incredible rose garden in the world along with cavriglia in Tuscany . I was in Berlin to see for a show , because I m a painter, took a train made 3 hours train and  met fab people Bruno, with the super Marie ( she has a fab blog too, and incredible photos)Daniel , Yannick, Monique( an expert of my greatest passion Moss Roses) Mirek , and for sure Andreas who showed us with competence the extraordinary gardens, and surprise Warren itself.Was supposed to stay just one day, but stayed two, the ladies where like sirens and had nonetheless to succumb.I love ladies too much, maybe that s why I m a faggot, too much luv.Monique is special and she drove me to the station, but thanks to my dyspraxia we got lost and was glad so had the opportunity to get to know her better, in her dreamy yet strong attitude, so had the opportunity to go back and fetch the list of Ross in sangerhausen . Arrived in time for the meeting in Berlin to talk about my show, then " straight" to cristopher street gay pride, met there an ex , I danced being part brasilian started to rain and my ex said we should eat , so he brought me far away to a Vietnamese restaurant( my fav cuisine).But it was a trap: he wanted me to see Germany, Ghana , I was livid , but stayed silent, and made a macumba, and Ghana  scored 2 goals and almost won but at the end they were even. At a certain point I said Ghana is about to score and she did ...Now it's the turn of Simonetta Chiarugi, a brilliant botanic acquarellist, and blogger of About a garden, the more loved in Italy. she is like a missionary, she knows how to bring people to plants. She has this very English fashion of making things simple yet accurate, a bit of fresh air in the pompous Italian plant world. She helped me a lot too, we stumbled in gorizia , in maestri di  giardino, a convention made to spread gardening ideas.I ve got a slight spicomotoroan disfunction I m about to solved,a bd she thought me to do it , a very simple task yet hard for a dyspraxic/lexic/calculus . We chatted intensively, she made me write about old rose gossip: what is behind of these names of historic people and aristocrats since I made the English version of the Vivaio la campanella(the English version has more historic reserach) and she made posts with my paintings, and convinced me to write my biography, tried but got a very severe flu when had to talk about a terrible thing which has happened when was four. I did not have really a childhood and the dys