When you pronounce his name sounds the river. All lean back, cry among many H's name and make ajotadas gestures and bows. We also caution that is a bit crazy but everyone likes to brag that can penetrate the thick layer of madness and come to rational living there.
Inevitably extended visit with Jose Luis Mateo in Quinta da Muradella when he began to worry. If it were another did not matter much, but Emilio has to know. So we fired another extraordinary being dropped into the pot hotter than Spain, Verin, in DO Monterrei (soon here).
We went at full speed, following the trail of smoke plumes from fires in the mountains that thrive as a lie. Is that listed on the rise fires?
We poor signage of the routes of the kingdom until we got to meet him.
Are units.? Asked. If I said, not knowing exactly where he got the voice.
We rented a car that did not work either a back window. We got off to stumbling, Claudio tried closing it but the mad electric mechanism. Up and down uncontrollably as announcing what was coming. Murphy is among us.
Today I have no time even to die, he said. And I thought we Emilio pussy do this we come to Barcelona to see you and after all have only 12 hours behind our date! It was clear he was not looking forward to that meeting but I was not willing to loosen as well.
The thing did not come right and I kept wondering what the hell we were doing there. I I've been learning ten hard years of therapy, I smell the crazy better than wine, I wanted to be kidnapped by a family of wild boar or the witches that if any Ailas also on that farm. He grew up around a town to swallow. They are the remains of the houses where Julia was born as I understood Emilio's wife and heir of the estate. Julia said only once, maybe twice and that was enough. Then I knew the names as "Captain." I did not ask for the children or something. This was quickly out of the script.
Actually the whole script was out quickly. We got into the farm and started walking swiftly between rows of loureira, treixadura, Torrontes, Albarino. Nor could ask how to make wine or take the property because it is clear you, you penetrate through the pores. Just being in interaction with their energy to know that the wine is made in the vineyard and that once the grapes enter the winery and starts its natural processes of fermentation, has to have a peaceful future. Not to disturb him while Emilio and Julia will travel far at least a month.
He was the man who began to change 20 years ago Ribeiro history and 20 years later it seems, at first glance, is back of everything. Why? No, did not ask.
We had the feeling I wanted to get rid of us but we cited at the Bar Souto, on the road.
He ordered a fifth. There were 4 around a round table. TV, large plasma volume was with the butt. Emilio sat in profile at the TV and us and delivered a hilarious monologue that ended almost an hour later. We never looked at her and never spoke to us but to the audience at that time we were. We were tired, we had driven hours, it was very hot, our money was at stake and that man, revolutionary and fact totum one of the best wines of Spain seriously, do not stop talking about his travels in Africa and especially the impression that violence had caused Mexicana.
But among all that we required an exercise of patience and resignation, said the two or three things that make my teacher. From this I realized the passing hours.
I realized that we probably unintentionally tested, we did bite the dust, we demanded. Fuck the average reader! as David Simon , if you want to do something worthwhile, if you're ready for a real search, you can not be installed in the placidity of the superficial. The teacher makes you feel you're worth in power but you've got to Curran, learn to clear the importance of what is not and come to feel the perfection in you throwing away the temptation to seek perfection itself. It's about being smart not perfect. Ah! It is know that the work is done when it reaches the consumer who appreciates and takes the trouble of searching, discovering it, drink it and judge it. It is also about knowing how to sell.
Has a sense of humor and need to follow in the trench. I would say it feels almost guilty for selling well and have wealthy clients. If I asked would you say that should solve the false bourgeois contradiction (remember the "bourgeois contradictions"?) The rich, the poor, customers, markets, the curse of relying on others to live. So again and again appears tempted to return to the wild. We are left with Manuel (the learner) on the farm armed with knives and the food we release it far and we will pick it up, he says, and smiles as frankly you realize that you are hesitating.
Girona had returned because he had invited to dinner Pitu Rock. How nice place, what good cook, what wonderful winery, what a pleasure to be there. Suddenly all that propaganda machine that is your body language as a tender crumbles to the charms chard honest, high quality, in this case, the kitchen of the Rock. I really would have liked to eat what their parents and I was delighted with the small, the baker, who has a long pointed nose and walk half bent with hands behind his back.
Emilio has a congenital discomfort. Do not sit at home in this world. Uncomfortable with the obscene wealth because it is unfair, you feel uncomfortable having to be sociable because he's bored with most people, have a fit problem space so when we were having a normal day at a time and pulling diagonally at low .
The perverse enjoyment to own and others' discomfort is caracterísitico of people really are, for intellectual or emotional reasons, out of imposed structures and hegemonic.
Emilio Rojo is uncomfortable and indispensable. It is the gadfly.
Well, if nothing more to say, I would. Sure, we said he had long thought to eat and where. And to get to the car, in the darkness of the road, barely lit by a streetlamp light worn, Emilio talks lasted several minutes the combining of an incontinent so the apology for the day and was unable to prevent the enjoyment produces him.
It was in his green van deep into the farm to see the meteor shower of the Pleiad of San Lorenzo.
We never tried their wines.
Master Salut!
