Champagne poetry by Francois Vallois

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Le vigneron passionné que je suis

On a beautiful Sunday morning in May,
When the sun rises as a point on the horizon,
I took the path of the winegrower,
with birdsong as a guide. 

I had a wish to breathe in and smell the grapevine flower,
This so subtle scent,
that only the passionate winegrower can appreciate,
To hear them grow,a total escape to happiness. 

The passionate winemaker that I am
I know 
that for each breath I blow on the grapevine, 
each movement my hand makes to care for them, 
A new champagne is made.

By: Francois Vallois
Translated by Mathias Kahn


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