This no longer is one stops that it, thought for my, although my anxiety increased. Six glasses, six, placed and prepared. To anybody it would have mattered to him that they had been less. And the moment arrived, I was incapable to say nothing to him, pronounced its name, its accent inspired confidence, and got passionate. – How you have said? , I thought. Chateau Margaux 99 . It could not believe it. She in front of me, finally.
Something young, still, but convincing by its experience and origin. Already destocada, I incline and I let flow its being, its origin, the reason for its existence. It shared it with each of us. With the host and me it conversed moments, wanted to us to comment more personal subjects. Its refinement, intensity and aromatic complexity made us lose the notion and the sense.
By moments the time that one of August paused behind schedule in Laguardia. The nose surprised by its purity and clasicismo. In the palate its initial simplicity returned to shades of excellent densidad. Incredible persistence and a surprising end of power and elegance. Its memory lasted in our minds, the echo of its words resounded between the wall and the church of Santa Maria of the Kings. For a moment it seemed that the tower made a wink and it was added to the decline of the day, and the meeting. Suddenly, in a while of disagreement, when the acacias moved their arms shaking them to the wind and small white flowers rained on our heads, she disappeared, I noticed in my mouth a goodbye kiss, in the form of last I suck. On the table he forgot, like memories, parts of his dress, and within each he deposited the flame of his essence, and I maintain still it lives, hoping to return to see it, sometimes but in my life. Writing by: The guard of Navarre Original author and source of the article
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