Okay,
I like pretty bottles
with interesting labels.
That’s what attracted me to this wine.
And it’s a Rosé. Not a red. Not a white.
Is that obscure, or what?

One sip and I knew the song:
Astrud Gilberto singing Corcovado.
Musically light and bright
but with a lyric darkness.
Soft, sad, summertime
at night. Very pretty. 

Quiet nights of quiet stars,
Quiet chords from my guitar,
Floating on the silence that surrounds us,
Quiet thoughts and quiet dreams,
Quiet walks by quiet streams,
And the window that looks out on Corcovado,
Oh How lovely.

Quero a vida sempre assim,
Com você perto de mim,
Até o apagar da velha chama,
E eu que era triste,
Descrente de sinismo,
Ao encontrar você eu conheci,
O que é Felicidade, Meu Amor.

This is where I want to be,
Here with you so close to me,
Until the final flicker of life’s ember.
I who was lost and lonely
believing life was only
A bitter tragic joke
have found with you…
the meaning of existence,
Oh my love.