Dragonenero was intent to taste the new must, to understand it came out of the mass wine or from meal, and while it was being them together with the wine-dressers, one of them it said:
Pater but comme never Our Lord God Onnipotente, allows the men to create and to drink this nectar, but doesn't he allow the same men to be able to do to the love with whom wants?
To this question, the monk brought him toward the barrels of wine of last year, and after having pleasantly rinsed the bowl in a bucket of fresh water, he opened the faucet of a barrel, of which an excellent went out muscat, a sweet and perfumed wine, a delight; it tasted it and it handed it to the farmer that the question
Hold dear my he-goat, tastes and tell me thing thought
the farmer of it takings the bowl and he drank a sip of it, they immediately opened his eyes as in ecstasy and the mouth he turned him into a happy smile, when he saw this the monk said
You see, this wine is as the love, it needs to cultivate it, to take takes care of, he first of all departs from the seed, that must be of good quality, it follows him in the growth, it is watered it with the warm one and her he covers when it freezes, it protects him from the beasts that would to hurt them, and when start to give fruits, it takes care of him with more attention, the leaves are removed that go to cover the grapes and them clusters, the weeds they are eradicated below the plant so that can grow strong and strong, them grains that are not good are removed for avoiding that sends in downfall the whole cluster, grape is picked up in its moment of great shine and sweetness, it presses him to do in way to make come out to the whole delicious juice that envoy then will come in a tub to soak, when the hat will be formed it will remove away from him the dregs and the whole must will be started resting in barrel up to complete seasoning, up to when we won't go to taste it, and we will discover so that our works, our hopes and our devotion have been repaid from a something of immensely good and delicious, so the same is the love, it needs to cultivate it, to feed it, to water it with our love and to protect it from whoever wants to hurt him, and when it will be the moment, we will see to also go out of that grain that to us it seemed dry, a sweet juice that we will start fermenting in the tub of our heart, and when all the doubts and the fears will be dissolved, then we will remove the dregs to put to mature it, knowing that it is the correct thing, and when it will be seasoned then we can taste it, being happy and thanking God to have dates us a further test of His magnificence.
If the men always did to the love, you could not taste the true meaning of it, just as a drunk he doesn't succeed to distinguer the good wine from the vinegar.
after having spoken, the monk took some pitchers from 1/4 of liter that they were found nearby and he filled her, giving to every farmer that had heard his discourse one of it, and with the application of saing this tale to their family, so that also they understood the true meaning of the love.
Mon 17 Aug - 20:26