The sun is touching every doorand making wonder of the wheat.The first wine is pink in colour,is sweet with the sweetness of a child,the second wine is able-bodied,strong like the voice of a sailor,the third wine is a topaz, isa poppy and a fire in one.My house has both the sea and the earth,my woman has great eyesthe colour of wild hazelnut,when night comes down, the seaputs on a dress of white and green...

I like on the table,when we're speaking,the light of a bottleof intelligent wine.

My love, suddenlyyour hipis the curve of the wineglassfilled to the brim,your breast is the cluster,your hair the light of alcohol,your nipples, the grapesyour navel pure sealstamped on your barrel of a belly,and your love the cascadeof unquenchable wine,the brightness that falls on my senses,the earthen splendor of life.

I like on the table, when we're speaking, the light of a bottle of intelligent wine.