No colors but fall vineyards
No scenery but a painting worthwhile
No memories but the last glass
No plans but never leaving the place
In the cellars of anonymous winemakers
The “easy” is so hard to get
That “simple” is pursued throughout generations
The flavor seduces
The soul raises
The tannin remarks
The taste remains
And the outsider only drinks
Instead of drinking and comprehending
As he sinks himself into the shallowness of the last drop
Pretending that he understands what is left when a bottle ends.
Copyright © 2011 by André Favero. Todos os direitos reservados (andre.favero@gmail.com)
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