"PERENNIAL THIRST Wine, strong as the goddess reason./ In you the idea becomes sound and/ the Myth is colored./ Vestals appear tinged with jade,/ the periplus of the song unfolds in/ veils that recall the soul./ O wine that sings my pain,/ wine that is the extreme precipice,/ wine that gives the illusion of death and/ only makes you sleep/ until the new pain."
Created by d'Araprì