22 abril 2011

Grapes, (uvas english version poem)

 

Grapes, oh grapes

All the wine of future you can make

Turn a human body a saint

To fullfill is own shape

 

No man can just resist you

All goods like your pleasure

Our mouths are telling who

Is a storyteller maker

 

Let the liquid stuff run of it

Dont let the pleasure stop

Make a wine fresh like beer

Put a world wine top