La vita è come...

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La vita è come un bicchiere di sambuca...

Inizialmente pensi che ti faccia schifo,
lo assapori un po' alla volta per abituarti.

Comincia gradualmente a piacerti
bevi a grandi sorsi, butti giù senza pensare.

Poi senti che devi rallentare, riflettere,
sorseggi più lentamente, ma ne assapori tutto l'aroma.

Quando ormai giungi alla fine,
cerchi di gustare ogni goccia, anche la più piccola.

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