A strong hand in the soil, a heart calm and kind,
António, the wine of soul and mind.
He left too soon, but roots remain,
In fields where sunsets softly proclaim:
There is love in the Douro, with honor and pride,
And finches sing with joy far and wide.

Maria, sweet mother, like a ripened grape,
Tender yet strong, with a healing shape.
In vineyard shade and her glowing gaze,
She loves her children all her days...
From her — my heart, my deepest fire —
Was born this love for wine,
Without me ever asking or desire.

Victoria Marques, the name I chose with care,
A name of love — a fate we share.
Daughter, your grandparents, António and Maria,
Kept your dream in their hearts with pure euphoria!

A toast to memory, a kiss to the land,
And a toast as well to my daughter’s hand —
To Victoria.

Victor Marques
Douro Valley