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Life is like wine,
at the beginning it is cloudy must
and the innkeeper
brings it to the table, laughing.

Later life turns good,
like the well-seasoned wine,
which is dark in the glass
but sparkles against the light.

In the end it becomes
vinegar, which loses its potency.
Lucky are those who die
without seeing those last days.

Nothing else is to be said.

Virgilio Giotti