Here's to the romance and wine that has inspired so many verses—and kisses.
I also toast to the vineyards under the warm sun, to the grape harvest, to a bike ride on luminous paths.
I raise my glass to the checkered tablecloth on the grass, to the cheese, to the bread, and to the wine.
For the glances, the shy smiles, for the loving encounter that engenders dreams.
I celebrate that liberating intoxication in which I don't lose myself, but rather find myself.