28/11/2016
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Throughout history, the relationship that some poets have had with wine has been passionate and intense, an example of this is the following poem by the great poet Pablo Neruda, in it, Neruda considers wine as a "gregarious" element , “Coral”, we share and reinforce your idea, we want above all to highlight that wine unites, that fosters the group, friendship, joy, it is drunk because it is drunk in company, because words, feelings and emotions are shared. Let's enjoy this beautiful poem.
Ode to wine
WINE color of day,
wine color at night,
came with purple feet
or topaz blood,
came, starry son
from the earth,
wine, smooth
like a golden sword,
soft
like a messy velvet,
wine perched
and suspended,
loving,
Marine,
you've never fit in a glass,
in a song, in a man,
coral, gregarious you are,
and at least, mutual.
Sometimes you nourish yourself with memories
mortals,
in your wave we go from grave to grave,
frozen grave stonemason,
and we cry
transitory tears,
but
your beautiful
different spring outfit,
the heart climbs the branches,
the wind moves the day,
nothing left
I enter your immobile soul.
The wine
move the spring,
joy grows like a plant,
walls fall,
boulders,
the abysses are closed,
singing is born.
Oh you, jug of wine, in the desert
with the tasty that I love,
said the old poet.
That the pitcher of wine
add your kiss to the kiss of love.
