It increases sugar. The fruits are delicious in the plants: apples, pears, chestnuts, grapes, inquisitors, zuhandoreros, perales, barns, morcillas, wild berries, espinales, madroños... For the palate of the animals that are going to spread their seeds, the fruits have to mature to the tempting delight, and the chickpea is the garfio. Sugars are making their way, maturing, improving, enjoying ... Fruits are sugar refineries. In the must that give these mature fruits we will make wines fermenting sugars. Sugars will become the most complex, subtle, beautiful scents that will excite the firmament of the mouth.

Last week I went from my vineyard to the lands where the vineyards come from. They walk the animals, we walk among bunches of grapes. In ours is the fox, and every time I see it, I remember the fox and the grapes, which are attributed to Esopo and which Felix María Samaniego wrote in his own way in the seventeenth century. There are other animals in Villabuena, next to Biasteri, Panpanpanpans, in the sea of vines that opened up to me. Rabbits. And hunters. In the dry medium the generous doll of the vine has a good meal for the herbivorous rabbit. And the vines hunters couldn't see how the rabbit was getting green. The idea that the grape ceremony will be undermined inspires a great passion for hunting; how it is inflated! This renews another fable of Samaniego:Hunter and rabbits, who have a source of La Fontaine. His sixty-year-old vine hunter companion needs the help of another animal for the hunting of salting rabbits. It's not a dog. It's a ferret. The carnivorous smoke penetrates into the cavities of the rabbit's burrow maze, catches it and eats it in the blink of eyes. However, the simple death of the rabbit does not satisfy the hunter. Not the ferret, he wants to eat the rabbit. To do so, the ferret must frighten and scare the rabbit and take it out of its hole so that it can shoot the hunters at their whim. Ferrets can't teach teeth. He has to work with his mouth closed. He's got the navel in his mouth. It's not just any navel! According to this hunter, the work carried out by the hudo-zildai in the Canary Islands is that of a single partner. Tokitan! The no-navel mouth of the hunter, bathed by the excellent wine of his house, explains to me with all peace of mind, with pride, its cherries.