When I Drink My Wine, I travel back to the early mornings of my youth. Before the sun was up, we were on a tractor heading to the vineyard. This story, When I Drink My Wine, is about the hard work, the smell of the earth, and the connection between nature and human effort. As a former engineer, I appreciate the chemistry of fermentation, but as a poet, I see the soul in every grape. Harvesting for seven days straight was a labor of love that shaped my character. Every glass is a small reward for that dedication. To learn more about the cultural significance of winemaking, you can read about the history of viticulture and its traditions.
Kad pijem svoje vino
Kad piješ svoje vino, vraćaš se u rano jutro. Dok svi spavaju, ti i tvoja ekipa krećete na traktor prema vinogradu. Sunce tek počinje grijati, a zrak je težak od mirisa zemlje i svježine lišća. Vrućina obećava dan koji će biti dug, ali svaki trenutak vrijedi. Svaka zraka sunca koja dodiruje tlo, svaka kap rose na grožđu, znak je da priroda i trud rade zajedno.
“Idem na plažu,” misliš, još u polusnu. Ali znaš da ćeš stići tek oko podneva, možda samo jedan brzi skok u more prije ručka. Ponekad sanjaš kako bi bilo lijepo osjetiti pijesak pod nogama, ali srce i ruke pripadaju vinogradu. Svaka biljka, svaka loza, zahtijeva pažnju i ljubav.
Dok piješ vino, sjetiš se prve ljubavi. Možda će se pojaviti na kavi u kafiću kraj mora, možda će gledati horizont i smijati se uspomenama. Ali ti nećeš biti tamo. Znaš i sam da grožđe mora biti ubrano: rano ujutro i kasno poslijepodne, sedam dana zaredom. Svaka ruka u vinogradu zna što znači trud, ali i radost kad vidiš prvi blistavi grozd spreman za berbu.
Puno je posla pred tobom, ali i puno želje da ova godina bude rodna. Svaka loza nosi obećanje, svaka kap sunca daje život. Puno ljubavi koja se sada mijenja za branje grožđa, ali ta ljubav nije nestala; ona se preoblikovala u miris zemlje, u teški miris vinove loze, u osjećaj zajedništva i pripadnosti.
Kad podigneš čašu vina, osjetiš miris i puninu okusa. To nije samo piće; to je putovanje u jutra prije sunca, u trenutke koji su stvarali svu tu grozdovu snagu. Osjetiš ruke koje su brale, znoj na čelu, smijeh i tišinu vinograda, pjev ptica i šum lišća. Svaka kap vina nosi uspomenu, trud i rad — i ljepotu koja se skriva u jednostavnosti dana.
Svaka čaša vina je mala nagrada za trud, simbol života u njegovoj najjednostavnijoj, a opet najpotpunijoj formi.
Jer kad piješ svoje vino, vraćaš se u jutro koje je tvoje.
Kada je sve moguće i svaki trenutak vrijedan.
Jer kad piješ svoje vino, vraćaš se u jutro koje je tvoje.
Kada je sve moguće i svaki trenutak vrijedan.
Quand je bois mon vin
Quand tu bois ton vin, tu retournes au petit matin. Alors que tout le monde dort, toi et ton équipe partez en tracteur vers le vignoble. Le soleil commence à peine à chauffer, et l’air est lourd de l’odeur de la terre et de la fraîcheur des feuilles. La chaleur promet une longue journée, mais chaque instant en vaut la peine. Chaque rayon de soleil qui touche le sol, chaque goutte de rosée sur le raisin, est un signe que la nature et l’effort travaillent ensemble.
« Je vais à la plage », penses-tu, encore à moitié endormie. Mais tu sais que tu n’arriveras que vers midi, peut-être juste pour un saut rapide dans la mer avant le déjeuner. Parfois tu rêves comme il serait bon de sentir le sable sous tes pieds, mais ton cœur et tes mains appartiennent au vignoble. Chaque plante, chaque vigne, demande attention et amour.
En buvant ton vin, tu te souviens de ton premier amour. Peut-être qu’il apparaîtra pour un café près de la mer, peut-être qu’il regardera l’horizon en riant aux souvenirs. Mais tu ne seras pas là. Tu sais que le raisin doit être cueilli : tôt le matin et tard l’après-midi, sept jours d’affilée. Chaque main dans le vignoble sait ce que signifie l’effort, mais aussi la joie quand tu vois la première grappe brillante prête à être cueillie.
Quand tu lèves ton verre de vin, tu sens l’odeur et la plénitude du goût. Ce n’est pas juste une boisson ; c’est un voyage dans les matins avant le soleil, dans les moments qui ont créé toute cette force du raisin. Tu sens les mains qui ont cueilli, la sueur sur le front, le rire et le silence du vignoble. Chaque goutte de vin porte un souvenir, un effort et un travail — et la beauté qui se cache dans la simplicité du jour.
Chaque verre de vin est une petite récompense pour l’effort, un symbole de la vie dans sa forme la plus simple et pourtant la plus complète.
Car quand tu bois ton vin, tu retournes au matin qui est le tien.
Quand tout est possible et que chaque instant compte.
Car quand tu bois ton vin, tu retournes au matin qui est le tien.
Quand tout est possible et que chaque instant compte.
When I Drink My Wine
When you drink your wine, you return to the early morning. While everyone is sleeping, you and your team head out on the tractor towards the vineyard. The sun is just beginning to warm, and the air is heavy with the scent of earth and fresh leaves. The heat promises a long day, but every moment is worth it. Every ray of sun touching the ground, every drop of dew on the grapes, is a sign that nature and effort are working together.
“I’m going to the beach,” you think, still half-asleep. But you know you’ll only arrive around noon, maybe just for a quick jump in the sea before lunch. Sometimes you dream of feeling the sand under your feet, but your heart and hands belong to the vineyard. Every plant, every vine, demands attention and love.
As you drink your wine, you remember your first love. Maybe he will appear for coffee at a café by the sea, maybe he will look at the horizon and laugh at memories. But you won’t be there. You know the grapes must be harvested: early in the morning and late in the afternoon, seven days in a row. Every hand in the vineyard knows what effort means, but also the joy when you see the first shining bunch ready for harvest.
When you raise your glass of wine, you feel the scent and fullness of taste. It is not just a drink; it is a journey into mornings before the sun, into moments that created all that grape strength. You feel the hands that picked, the sweat on the brow, the laughter and silence of the vineyard. Every drop of wine carries a memory, effort, and work — and the beauty hidden in the simplicity of the day.
Every glass of wine is a small reward for effort, a symbol of life in its simplest yet most complete form.
Because when you drink your wine, you return to the morning that is yours.
When everything is possible and every moment is worth it.
Because when you drink your wine, you return to the morning that is yours.
When everything is possible and every moment is worth it.