April 3, 2017




From above the Chianti hills,



the shade of the clouds scatter through the end of the horizon,

seems far beyond the imaginable perpetuity

the greatest scent of the earth is felt

my heart is real


Down the deep, hidden valleys of Greve,

the mid-summer sun so glaring it burns the envious passing minds

Here, spirit is bigger than life,

and life is no greater than the proud giving vines

my soul is filled


Under the vast Tuscan sky,

where the harmonious impressions end only at eternity;

Touched by the love and gracious simplicity

For I have lived to taste the fondest essence of Riseccoli,

my untamed heart is tamed





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