"On n'est pas dans le futurisme, mais dans un drame bourgeois ou un thriller atmosphérique"
The rose inspiration of countless troubadours, painters, sculptors, poets, and musicians is also that of my daughter-in-law and herself an outstanding chef, Sonia Ezgulian, whom I admire and who composed for me an ode to the rose in ten sonnets filled with colors and flavors.
Their names sound of children's tales : Snow Fairy, Thigh of an Emotional Nymph, Rendez-Vous, Divine Angel, Garland of Love, or Beautiful Isis. They pay homage to beautiful women or celebrities who succumbed to these women's graces... They posses unctuous fragrances, soft and intense colors, a languishing flesh, elegance, a secret. All are ephemeral, yet all are eternal. Since the dawn of time the fossils of églantines or sweet briars - the ancestor of our modern rose bushes - found in Colorado attest to this fact. The rose has been admired by humankind and stamped its seal on the experienced by our species. So many examples ! An armful of roses decorating Tutankhamun's sarcophagus, Cleopatra reclining on a bed of rose petals, slaves in the Roman Empire covering themselves in roses to proclaim their freedom, an angel offering a bouquet of roses to St. Dorothy - the patron saint of florists - to ease her martyrdom, the Duke of Orleans founding the Order of the Rose to defend the chivalrous honor of gentlewomen.
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