Cap. 1a – Maria Hardouin
Aperta la porta del salotto, si trovarono davanti a uno spettacolo inaspettato. Videro il padre che sembrava stesse giocando, sdraiato sui cuscini di uno dei grandi divani. Non era solo su quel sofà davanti al caminetto, le cui fiamme scoppiettanti dovevano emanare un gran calore perché sia lui sia l’altro giocatore si erano tolti tutti i vestiti. A quella vista i bambini si erano fermati di colpo, con la strana sensazione di essere fuori luogo lì, in casa loro, nel loro salotto.
Il primo a rompere il silenzio era stato Ugo Veniero, che aveva esclamato con sorpresa: “Guardate, sembra la nonna Natalia!”
Quando venni a conoscenza di questo “incidente”, cominciai a provare meno invidia per quella moglie, tradita così spudoratamente, che era giunta persino a tentare il suicidio, buttandosi da una finestra.
Forse la successiva caduta dalla finestra del mio Vate, quella che lui stesso ha ribattezzato “il volo dell’arcangelo”, era stata inviata dal destino per riequilibrare la situazione?
Su ‘l divano di scarlatto
tutto a grappoli d’argento
il bel capo sonnolento
ferma un tono d’oro matto.
Ne’ suoi tondi occhi di gatto
il bagliore è semispento,
su ‘l divano di scarlatto
tutto a grappoli d’argento.
Co ‘l piacere fine de ‘l tatto
a la gola io l’addormento:
spira un fievole lamento
ella, e resta in quel dolce atto
su ‘l divano di scarlatto.
“Intermezzo di rime/I madrigali“
NOTA 1
Anni dopo Maria diede una versione diversa sulle motivazioni di quel tragico gesto. Raccontò che stava passeggiando in una via di Roma tendendo per mano il figlio Ugo Veniero, quando casualmente vide il padre, il duca Jules, che dopo il suo matrimonio aveva rotto ogni rapporto con lei.
Nella speranza di favorire una conciliazione, mandò il piccolo incontro al nonno. Ma il duca scansando il nipotino, raggelò la figlia con queste parole:
“Che volete? Chi siete? Io non vi conosco”. Poi si allontanò.
Maria disse che fu sconvolta da quella reazione e, tornata a casa, tornò a casa, e, dopo aver affidato il piccolo Ugo Veniero a sua madre, che abitava nello stesso stabile, si gettò dalla finestra.
Un incidente che i giornali riportarono come “una caduta accidentale”.
NOTA 2
A lungo circolarono voci che Ugo Veniero D’Annunzio (1887 . 1945) , il terzogenito di Gabriele e Maria fosse il frutto di una relazione adulterina della Gallese col senatore Vincenzo Morello e che D’Annunzio lo sapesse e che per questo si distaccò dalla moglie.
Le voci si rivelarono false e vennero definitivamente smentite nel 2015 quando si confrontò il DNA di Gabriele D’Annunzio con quello di un nipote di Veniero e pronipote di Gabriele.
continua
Opening the living room door, they found their father in front of them: he seemed to be playing while lying on the cushions of one of the large sofas. He wasn’t alone on that couch near the fireplace, whose flames must have been giving off a great deal of heat, because both he and the other player had taken off all their clothes. At that sight the children stopped quickly, with the strange feeling of being out of place there, in their own home, in their own living room.
The first to break the silence was Ugo Veniero, who exclaimed with surprise: “Look, that looks like grannie Natalia!”
When I learned of that “accident”, I began to feel less envious of that wife, so shamelessly betrayed, who had even attempted to commit suicide by jumping out of a window.
Perhaps the ensuing fall of my poet from the window, the one he himself renamed “the flight of the archangel”, was sent by fate to counterbalance the situation?
On the scarlet sofa
with silver bunches of grapes
the beautiful sleepy head
holds a golden tone.
In her round feline eyes
the glow is half-extinguished,
on the scarlet sofa
with silver bunches of grapes.
With my pleasant touch
to her throat I put her to sleep:
she breathes a faint moan
and remains in that sweet act
on the scarlet sofa.
“Interlude of rhymes/Madrigals”
NOTES
Some years later Maria gave a different version of the reasons for that tragic act. She said that she was walking in a street in Rome holding her youngest son Ugo Veniero by the hand, when by chance she saw her father, Duke Jules, who after her marriage had broken off all relations with her.
In the hope of promoting a reconciliation, she sent the little boy towards his grandfather. But the duke, avoiding his grandson, froze his daughter with these words:
“What do you want? Who are you? I don’t know you.”
Then he walked away.
Maria said that she was shocked by his reaction and, after returning home, she entrusted little Ugo Veniero to her mother, who lived in the same building, and she threw herself out the window.
A fact that the newspapers reported as “an accidental fall”.
Rumours circulated for a long time that Ugo Veniero D’Annunzio (1887 – 1945), the third son of Gabriele and Maria was born from an adulterous relationship between his mother and Senator Vincenzo Morello and that D’Annunzio knew it and for this reason he separated from his wife.
This turned out to be false and was definitively rebutted in 2015, when Gabriele D’Annunzio’s DNA was compared with that of a grandson of Veniero and great-grandson of Gabriele.
Ma fantastico Lu! Che mente che hai!
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Grazie, Paola-
Scrivere mi impegna la mente: è quasi una terapia, per me 😘
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Buona domenica Luisa 😘
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Anche a te, cara giovane amica 😘
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Goodness, Luisa! Curioser, and more curious! Now we are into DNA! Where it will all end up?!
Joanna
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The list of D’Annunzio’s mistresses is very long…
Thanks a lot for your kind comment😉
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Good! We are for a long entertainment!
Joanna
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👍👍👍
Have a lovely Sunday, Joanna
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Thank you, I am having a visitor.
Joanna
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💞💞💞
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What a hedonistic fellow! As Joanna say, this does get curioser. Very intriguing new saga, but unlike Nelson and Lady Hamilton, I have no idea how this will end. You find the most intricate stories to tell.
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This will be a story of gossip and scandals, but it seems that everything was allowed to the Vate …. and I won’t even talk about all his lovers: poor Aelis, the narrator, is already too jealous😉
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Wise woman. I love the use of the narrator to give us a 3rd person POV.
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Thanks a lot, dearest Pat❤️
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🌃🌹🤗😇
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Intriguing Luisas. The innocence of children. How adults can crush the little souls with a single act or word is beyond me, but it happens all the time. Happy Sunday. Allan
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I agree with you, dear Allan: it happens all the time.
Unfortunately
Happy Sunday to you, too🌿🌸
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Luisa ! What should I write , I don’t know? What impression will it put on the mind of reader , I don’t know ? But what I know is that the story of Maria is that of adultery . Maria’s father , like that of an Indian father , left her lonely with all her three children . Morality and emotion are two factors ruling the roost of the human life . Morality is man made values , while emotion is natural . That you can’t supress this biological instinct . Maria’s condition was like this . That the difference between the Indian culture and that of the West is that the former emphasizes on morality more than emotion , while the latter believes in emotion more than morality . This is what I feel and think . Thanks !
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I like it when you say that the difference between Indian and Western culture is that the former emphasizes morality over emotion, while the latter believes in emotion over morality. Unfortunately in the case of D’Annunzio, our famous writer and war hero, emotions have the upper hand over everything. Not simply emotions, but voracious cravings for glory, fame, sex
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Thanks !
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You’re so welcome 🙏
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Thanks a lot for your wise words.
I’m not sure you’ll like this story
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Thanks !
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🙏🌸🙏
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Sempre molto interessante, grazie Luisa.Buona domenica 🌸🌸🌸
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Grazie infinite, Dani
Buona domenica anche a te ❤️
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It was Granny! Talk about a couple role models! Or should I say roll models.
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Thanks a lot for thus brilliant reply, dear Don
Have a lovely Sunday 🙏🌸
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I bambini sono sì innocenti ma si tende a pensare che essendo ancora piccoli non possano capire le cose: un pensiero che spesso è smentito perché sono molto più svegli di quanto si creda. E in questo contesto i bambini, nella loro innocenza, hanno subito capito che qualcosa non andava e lo dimostra la loro sensazione di sentirsi fuori luogo nella loro stessa casa.
Poveri piccoli, che brutto modo di scoprire che il loro padre era un dongiovanni che correva dietro ad ogni gonnella che vedeva.
Buona domenica carissima Luisa e ancora complimenti per il modo in cui sai rende sempre interessanti queste narrazioni.
🌸🤗😘💖😀
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Grazie a te, carissima Ele, per queste riflessioni psicologiche accurate e affascinanti, su cui sono totalmente d’accordo 🙏😘
Buona serata
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Grazie e contraccambio augurando anche a te una buona serata, 😊🤗😘.
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E’ proprio il caso di dire che le malelinque non sono mai mancate, ci sono sempre state e cu saranno sempre. Bellissimo Luisa questo racconto e complimenti per la tua genialità 🌹 Oramai buona serata con affettuoso abbraccio 🥰
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Ti ringrazio di cuore, Giusy, per questo bell’apprezzamento.😘
Auguro anche a te una felice serata💙
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Grazie ❤️
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Comincia a diventare calda questa storia, colma di brutte azioni e priva di compassione verso coloro che, dovrebbero essere gli affetti più cari. Una storia familiare colma di incongruenze affettive sia da parte del padre della sposa che del marito, impenitente dongiovanni, senza vergogna né amore verso i tre figlioletti.. Buona domenica, cara Luisa!🌹🌹🌹
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Il tuo bell’apprezzamento mi è molto gradito, carissima Grazia
Buona domenica (ormai sera) anche a te 🌸🙏🌸
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That’s a beautiful, dreamy poem, Luisa. ❤️
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So glad you liked it, dear Michele 🌸
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Oh, yes. That was a twice read. 😊
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🙏🤗💕
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Mah 🙄
Buona settimana ❤️
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Buona serata a te, carissima Shera
Un abbraccio🤗
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🍵🍵Buongiorno Lu’
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Ma povera donna, che triste destino con gli uomini della famiglia che avrebbero dovuto amarla e proteggerla !!! Non conoscevo davvero questa storia! Grazie Luisa!!!
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Ne seguiranno altre… si dice che il Vate abbia avuto centinaia di donne… 😘
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Grazie per aver condiviso sul tuo blog 💐💐💐
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I really appreciate your reblog
Thank you.🙏💐
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👍 sempre interessante
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Grazie, Mi 🙏
Felice di ricevere il tuo apprezzamento
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Whatever the inspiration this is an erotic delight
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It is a series of stories I wrote, taking inspiration from some of D’Annunzio most important mistresses😙
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The poems really good despite the outcome. 💗
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That was one of his earliest poems!
He was a Decadent writer, whose later poems express a sensuous, joyful feeling of communion with nature.
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So glad to hear that, he has his ways with words its magical.
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Anche la suocera si fa 😀
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Sì, ho letto che all’inizio era proprio la suocera ad attrarlo di più 😉
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Evidentemente era più focosa della figlia.
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😉😇
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notte Luisa
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Sono d’accordo con Paola.
Ad ogni modo, povera donna!
Un abbraccio Luisa 🥰
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Un abbraccio anche a te, Valy 😚
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