"SONNET OF WINE
In which kingdom or century and under what silent
Conjunction of stars, on what secret day
Unmarked by marble, was born the fortunate
And singular idea of inventing joy?
With golden autumns it was invented. And the wine
Flows red through a thousand generations
Like the river of time and on the arduous path
It gives us music, fire and lions.
In the night of jubilation or in the ill-fated day
It exalts joy or attenuates fear.
And this new dithyramb that I sing to him today
The Arab and the Persian intoned it one day.
Wine, teach me how to see my story
As if it were already ash of memory."
Created by d'Araprì