the vineyard weeps

The vine after pruning cries because he wants to return to find freedom, cry because it evokes the times grew spontaneously and feral, as sculptures railways, like skeletons with long fingers pointing skyward, as anchorites, cry since the man found he could make wine and pruned to produce more grapes, since crying every year after pruning without anyone noticing ... only the producer tries to comfort her with showering and pampering ... and vineyards, with the strains mourn, remember that life happens, and it's time to start producing a new crop, a new cycle. From my heart to all vintners luck with the new crop. Since we started pruning and to comfort our vines.