Bottle

A full bottle recites poetry 

as the wine flows down its path, 

the words come out with joy 

and glide like a beautiful destiny. 

Phrases sweet as honey, 

impregnated with wisdom; 

 to listen to them is a pleasure 

that envelops the soul every day. 

But when the bottle is empty, 

the stories emerge, 

and so the night becomes company. 

The anecdotes come alive. 

Dramas, comedy, adventures, 

emotions overflow, 

and in the end, all that remains is the madness 

of the happiness that approaches us. 

A bottle that recites poetry 

and also tells stories, 

is a treasure in every day 

for a very meritorious existence.


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