The Grapes Shall Roll

The grapes shall roll like gems

in the constellation of memory

sphere lit in distance and time

moans of the cut vine

that crossed the oceans

to arrive at the salt & glebe

to become green fire

tangle of clusters

circumferences are seen to birth

become sweet smell

dark tears

redefine themselves in infinite joys

germinating in sugars

with cold seeds sunk in the flesh

concentrated in thirst

variety

microclimate

the nurtured plant finds the sun in separate files

it falls in love

climbs high with its arms imploring light

then smiles

awakes & lives

in the harvest the grains greet one another

& ingenuity triturates the sweet red pulp

the fermented musts

a long sleep coordinates the memory

combines the skin of each different grape

so that a river of lava then runs

a current of beats

in the old cask in which it cools

the liquid germinates again

maddens

calls

seeks sounds

finds awakenings

& ends in a magic bottle

that will keep it asleep

finally opened one night

it reaches lips that turn red

pale from the crystal

drunk from the juices

bedeviled carriers

of the kiss & the pillows

the laughter & the immortal loves.

@ Roberto Bianchi 2007

traducción al inglés © Rafael Jesús González 2007