I giorni del furore. X flottiglia M.A.S. 1943-45.

Siena, Fonte Gaia 1971, un vol. di 4, cm.15,5x21, pp.(8),241-457,(3), testo su 2 colonne, una pianta di Siena a 2 col.ft., brossura, cop.fig.

Cediamo in blocco la raccolta di 12 fascicoli Anno 83, 1955, Annata completa da Gennaio- Dicembre. Milano, Garzanti Editore 1956, cm.25x31, pp.circa 1200, ill.bn. rilegatura in mezza tela verde e carta a gigli fiorentina. Gli ultimi 2 numeri hanno una dimesione ridotta come formato.

A cura di Suso Cecchi D'Amico. Bologna, Cappelli Editore 1963, cm.14x22, pp.280, con foto. Legatura editoriale, sovraccoperta figurata. Prima edizione.

This is a true story about a forbidden herb with the name of a Goddess. When a possible solution to the various “evils” which afflict us and that we usually fight with patented chemical drugs is curbed and even banned, important questions must arise. Artemisia was well known and revered in ancient times and has always been surrounded by an aura of magic, lost in the mists of time. In ancient Greece it was burned to propitiate the Gods. In ancient Rome it was used to create woven crowns to ward off bad luck. In many Shamanic traditions it was used to create altered states of consciousness and to favour visions. For over five hundred years there has been a war against this plant and its incredible healing powers. Nothing lasts forever and the time has come for the return of the Goddess. Firenze, Libreria Salvemini 2024, cm.16x23, pp.216, brossura copertina figurata a colori. There is a plant with the name of a Goddess. For centuries men have been trying with all their might to conceal the knowledge surrounding this plant and her incredible healing powers. Her story is as old as time itself. I knew nothing of her until about three years ago when I accidentally heard the name for the first time. Little did I know that my research would take me back in time, to study ancient manuscripts and to read about tales of dragon blood, wars, witch hunts and monasteries full of hand painted manuscripts and herbal gardens. Through my research I have travelled to ancient Greek, Egyptian and Roman temples and witnessed the ancient rites to the Goddess. She was revered in ancient China and on the mountains of the mighty Himalayas, the native Americans knew her name well, as did the nomadic Mongolian horse riders. Potions, tinctures, oils and leaves carried by nomadic merchants would travel the world in the old days. But that was before the rift, when a few men decided that they wanted a monopoly on cures. The truth cannot be hidden forever and I sincerely wish that this book will shed some light on herstory and return her to her rightful place as the Queen of herbs, a gift from nature for all of humanity.