#winelover ANNIVERSARY 2015 BYOB - LISBON 14th Feb - Saturday

 Celebration BYOB and wonderful people #winelover-s

Luiz Alberto - Patrick Farrell

Magnus Reuterdahl - Luiz Alberto

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Roger Kolbu - Magnus Reuterdahl - Luiz alberto

Nanci Bergamo - Lidia Rizzo - Willian Wilson - Luiz Alberto

Luiz Alberto

Nanci Bergamo - Luiz Alberto

Sarah May Grunwald - Mário Conde

Magnus Reuterdahl

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Luiz Alberto - Lola Torres

Willian Wilson - Nanci Bergamo

Nanci Bergamo - Vinumvitis Carlos

Vinumvitis Carlos - Patrick Farrell

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CHEERS! SAÚDE! SALUD!

Luiz Alberto

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Magnus Reuterdahl - Patrick Farrell

Magnus Reuterdahl - Luiz alberto

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Patrick Farrell showing!

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Magnus Reuterdahl 

Lola Torres

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Patrick Farrell - Hugo Mesquita

Elias Macovela - Angelika Deutsch

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Fabien Lainé - Chef Alexandre Silva 

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Patrick Farrell - William Wilson - Angelika Deutsch

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Luís Manuel - Jim Budd

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Patrick Farrell , no more photos. haha!!!

Thank you very much to all #winelover-s and sorry if I can not remember the names of all. I want to finish this article with a poem:

  The Rubaiyat, Omar Khayyam

And David’s lips are locket; but in divine

High-piping Pehlevi, with “Wine! Wine! Wine!

Red Wine!” the Nightingale cries to the Rose

That sallow cheek of hers t’ incarnadine.

Come, fill the Cup, and in the fire of Spring

Your Winter-garment of Repentance fling:

The Bird of Time has but a little way

To flutter–and the Bird is on the Wing.

Whether at Naishapur or Babylon,

Whether the Cup with sweet or bitter run,

The Wine of Life keeps oozing drop by drop,

The Leaves of Life keep falling one by one.

Then to the lip of this poor earthen Urn

I lean’d, the Secret of my Life to learn:

And Lip to Lip it murmur’d–“While you live

Drink!–for, once dead, you never shall return.”

Perplext no more with Human or Divine,

To-morrow’s tangle to the winds resign,

And lose your fingers in the tresses of

The Cypress–slender Minister of Wine.

And if the Wine you drink, the Lip you press

End in what All begins and ends in–Yes;

Think then you are To-day what Yesterday

You were–To-morrow You shall not be less.

So when that Angel of the darker

Drink At last shall find you by the river-brink,

And, offering his Cup, invite your

Soul Forth to your Lips to quaff–you shall not shrink.

For “Is” and “Is-not” though with Rule and Line

And “Up” and “Down” by Logic I define,

Of all that one should care to fathom,

Was never deep in anything but–Wine.

And lately, by the Tavern Door agape,

Came shining through the Dusk an Angel Shape

Bearing a Vessel on his Shoulder; and

He bid me taste of it; and ’twas–the Grape!

The Grape that can with Logic absolute

The Two-and-Seventy jarring Sects confute:

The sovereign Alchemist that in a trice

Life’s leaden metal into Gold transmute.

In vino veritas, longae vitae!))