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Happy Holidays<\/p>\n
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Once again, we would like to wish you a Merry Christmas with a poem, this time a melancholically autumnal one by the master Antonio Machado.<\/p>\n
We pair it with an in-season grapevine.<\/p>\n
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From the Moorish city
\n behind the old walls,
\n ponder the silent afternoon
\n alone with my shadow and my sorrow.
\n The river runs
\n between shady orchards
\n and gray olive groves,
\n through the cheery fields of Baeza.
\n The vines bear golden shoots
\n over the red grapes.
\n The Guadalquivir, like a broken and diffuse
\n cutlass, shimmers and glints.
\n In the distance, the mountains sleep,
\n swathed in the fog,
\n a fog of autumn, maternal;
\n the hulking masses rest from their
\n stoniness.
\n on this mild November afternoon,
\n a pious afternoon, violet and violent.
\n The wind has shaken
\n the elm trees along the road,
\n the dust from the ground forming little pink whirlwinds.
\n The moon is rising
\n purplish, panting and full.
\n The little white paths
\n criss-cross and move away,
\n seeking the farmhouses scattered
\n through the mountain range\u2019s valley.
\n Paths of the fields.
\n I can’t walk with her anymore. <\/p>\n
Caminos. Antonio Machado<\/p>\n
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Happy Holidays Once again, we would like to wish you a Merry Christmas with a poem, this time a melancholically autumnal one by the master Antonio Machado. We pair it with an in-season grapevine. … <\/p>\n