Gianpiero worked as a gardener. He chose this profession when he was a young boy watching his mother cut roses from her own garden: she measured the length of the trunks to the millimeter, cut off the thorns and leaves from almost the entire length of the trunk with confident but careful movements, and then placed the flowers in a wide vase so that each flower was visible and had its own space.

Now, Gianpiero did it all himself. In addition to roses, he also tended thuja and limes, but his eyes were still on the flowers. He tended them with suede gloves, completely soaked in rose oil from years of work. He touched each flower, straightened the petals, and adjusted them like a girl's locks. The roses were his Madonna: they bloomed for him the longest of all the gardeners and seemed to even call and sing to him when the wind rose.