A river runs through it
A magical charm of colours, scents, reflections and tones, an alternate
game between the immobile rocks and the flowing, musical water which
varies from the blue-green of the turquoise minerals to the dark
green of the malachite. At times fast flowing,it immediately widens
out and becomes increasingly prettier in the bed that it has hollowed
out for itself.
Son of the Isonzo, of the terrain watered by the river as it gradually
flows away from the hills, son of the man who tends the vines, who
presses the grapes and closely supervises with renewed technology
and antique passion. My wine?...excellent today, better tomorrow,
because it is made learning from yesterday's results.