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.
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.
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.
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:
mais austeras e concretas,
Têm, para mim, do prisma a transparência;
Não possuem a palpável consistência
Da visão rude das muralhas retas...
me oferece resistência.
- Meus olhos vêm as coisas insurrectas
Ao penetrar nas massas incompletas
Do dédalo da humana consciência...
meu mundo é o abstracionismo.
E, na coerência do ancestral tropismo,
Compreendo, claramente, a SOCIEDADE.
na etiqueta sofismática,
E na imbecilidade dogmática
A terrível paisagem da VERDADE.
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
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
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
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.