“When I walk through the vineyards,
my eyes feed with colors,
my nose fills of perfumes.
Shoots and bunches raise like sculptures:
here is my job, my respect for Earth”
“Cammino tra i filari,
i miei occhi si nutrono di colori,
il mio cuore di profumi.
Tralci e grappoli si alzano come sculture:
ecco il mio lavoro, il mio rispetto per la terra”.
“Cammino tra i filari,
i miei occhi si nutrono di colori,
il mio cuore di profumi.
Tralci e grappoli si alzano
come sculture:ecco il mio lavoro,
il mio rispetto per la terra”.
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