Antonio your name,
Agriculturist, grape grower.
Gotten passionate for the land,
For the Douro, Mounts.
That love that is not locked in,
He sleeps in the hill, the mountain range.
He harvested sadness in the Colonial War.
He loved the Douro and Portugal.
He showed the land that joys would bring to it.
He loved their children and wife Maria.
He planted grapevines that looked at the covered with star sky,
He made his wine with immaculate love.
The grapes are a love for all the life,
He looked for Rio Douro e Tua,
In the memory of a people with glory,
With that tear that I feel now.
I comfort me in the duriense horizon,
Today, tomorrow and always.
Victor Marques
love, douro, Father
Oct 18, 2010
Oct 18, 2010 at 7:38 AM UTC
Antonio your name,
Agriculturist, grape grower.
Gotten passionate for the land,
For the Douro, Mounts.
That love that is not locked in,
He sleeps in the hill, the mountain range.
He harvested sadness in the Colonial War.
He loved the Douro and Portugal.
He showed the land that joys would bring to it.
He loved their children and wife Maria.
He planted grapevines that looked at the covered with star sky,
He made his wine with immaculate love.
The grapes are a love for all the life,
He looked for Rio Douro e Tua,
In the memory of a people with glory,
With that tear that I feel now.
I comfort me in the duriense horizon,
Today, tomorrow and always.
Victor Marques
love, douro, Father
António, father,
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