Rossi and his fights
João Rossi, in his youth, between 19 and 22 years, was fond of fighting - and became black band in Jiu-Jitsu - having done uncountable presentations of free fight, in Piolim circus, around 1942. He performed with Renato, a friend from childhood; both presented themselves in the ring as "Tourinho e Corisco" (Little bull and Wild Horse). Rossi was the Horse.

Rossi and nature
João Rossi also liked botanic very much, was always studying and classifying insects, birds, mammals and fishes. Already knew very well the fauna and flora from Sao Paulo, when, in 1947, went to Mato Grosso, and there went on researching.

Rossi... degree: accountant
João Rossi studied accountance and thus took a degree in it, to satisfy his family. His first job was in a furniture factory called "Record", that used to have a store in Augusta Street. As an accountant, he only worked a month, but continued in the same enterprise as furniture projectist and designer.

Rossi poet
At the age of 20, or perhaps a little bit older, João Rossi started to write poetry.
(We, outside of this website, are organizing a book with his poems, more than 120, so far). Below, a sample of his literary work:


As formas mais austeras e concretas,
Têm, para mim, do prisma a transparência;
Não possuem a palpável consistência
Da visão rude das muralhas retas...

Nada se me oferece resistência.
- Meus olhos vêm as coisas insurrectas
Ao penetrar nas massas incompletas
Do dédalo da humana consciência...

Tudo porque meu mundo é o abstracionismo.
E, na coerência do ancestral tropismo,
Compreendo, claramente, a SOCIEDADE.

E vejo na etiqueta sofismática,
E na imbecilidade dogmática
A terrível paisagem da VERDADE.

Ethereal remembrances

I remember very little from my childhood, but I remember daddy.
I think we were almost symbiothical, in the worst meaning of the word. What he wanted to my present life (and future), still today is nearly plain truth, in an equality of warming desires for his career and mine. Nowadays, I'm an Arts' teacher and a frustrated musician (otherwise actuating).

Dad (João Rossi) was everything to me and, in spite of that, also became frustrated by his unique artistic style. I believe Rossi would love to be among birds from his land, other animals and plants by which had cathartical adoration, who knows he'd like to live in middle of the "strong" forest ("pujante" was his word!).

Knew (and catalogued in a booklet at hand) every saint scientific name in latin of the animal species and was he aware of runnings and environmental tastes of these beings.

I hardly know it, but his family, in a certain way, stopped his possibility of singing lirically. And, when this stubbornly happened, a Carinhoso, Índia or Recuerdos de Ypacaraí were intoned in full voice, potent and enthusiastic of good tenor he was. Used to get enthusiasted, also, with Piazzolla in Adiós Nonino, with russian Volga , with Paul Robenson in Old Man River, with Earl Grant's Hammond in Ebb Tide and, above all and everyone, with Gigli and Pavarotti. Knew him many operas and his composers, understood well italian, french and spanish. Who knows, João would love being singing arias in theaters from São Paulo and from the world?!

I remember very little from childhood, but I remember daddy.
Definitely, I see penumbras of the manner I was rescued from the lake of park in Anhangabaú (São Paulo) when I was very little by his hands. Remember him leaving me at school, at first days, and I crying lost by his presence. Defendending me in gimnasyum and college from professors that insisted on reproving me in marks or for being so sickly shy. Giving me eternal (and well remembered) advices of how I should be in professional life, with righteousness, honesty and will. For dad, if student didn't learn at all, then teacher hadn't motived him well. For him, doing art with no monetary return was the expected and more correct thing to pursue, to not degrade mind, not going out of "métier" ( this was another of his beloved words!).

Rossi was, with mom, the will of spreadind art by 4 corners of São Paulo. Was also the will to join known people in habitual parties in our huge house with special barbecues irrigated with paraguaian harp and Che Guevara. Such devotion was worthwhile to the bitter destiny of prison in Dictadorship, fortunately no having passed by tortures so usual in epoch. In that sense, he was extremely unpolluted; soon, many colleagues kept away from him and isolated him and, from job to job, he conquered new invitations to be fired by his ideas. Until the two-way world collapsed and, I well remind of it, all of us collapsed together. How could we live without the so looked for ideal?
It would be good if, at present, we had watched on cable TV programs about wild animals he hadn't known, if we had heard any new composition of mine that stubbornly never came, if we had gone to Santos beach once more, the 4 musketeers.

He was aware of it, but I never could tell him how much I loved him!
I remember very little from childhood, but I remember daddy. Whose time doesn't allow me anymore to see him and leaves over me just his terrible missing . I admit I may see him again never more.

by Juan Rossi

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