We had no history
this wine and I,
until it
spoke to me
relentlessly.
I took a swig,
felt my head in a woozy,
everything got blurry.
I fell flat on my face
and surrendered
merrily...
again, never.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
was there a second for this? maybe sweeter next time? ? ?