sunny days spent pruning. The right hand that gets used the scissors again. Pulling the skin, where it is form the vesicle. Then a sudden fog, and slowly rising from the plain around you. And frost in the foot, warms you while the idea of \u200b\u200bwhat will be the screws in a few months.
Ricordi. An incredible magnum Colonnara Cuprese 1992, Verdicchio grand and elegant, uncorked the New Year. Elio Grasso Barolo Runcot 1998, suspended between the dead flowers and notes bittering, China. A year that has just closed.
My drive of 2010 The Suburbs of Arcade Fire, superb concept about the sadness of not suspended between urban and rural areas. Modern. Anonymous. Impersonal. Suspended over the void.
A year full of things. The Nur 2008 wine Excellence for L'Espresso and final trebicchieri, so as Terre Silvati 2009. A new vineyard planted. Acquired new borders, Canada and Australia. And then people, faces, heads and noses that have followed me at fairs or tastings. Or who came to see me in the cellar. Relations. Trade. Words. Okay.