Q lmost every day, drinking a little 'wine of the meal, I sometimes revisit the strongest metaphor for life. That is, the wine is ending, or to the last half glass. But if you control it all drained after a while 'I see that it had remained a few drops, sometimes the trick works a couple of times, but we're really running out . O you uncork a new bottle or drink water, or stop drinking.
Such is life. So did Steve Jobs telling us its news, when it announced its presentation at the tail of last prodigy: "Uh, one more thing!"
This time, we are informed, can hardly make such an announcement yet. No more things . We changed the way you use your computer, watch cartoons, listen to music, make calls, but a few days ago told us to be close to the end of his adventure.
Sometimes it happens that some drops of our own bottle of wine is very muddy and disgusting, as was for Pope John Paul II, Ronald Reagan or Annie Girardot.
I happened, at the restaurant, the waiter capsizing in the icy water of the bucket the bottle over, in a sort of euthanasia of the last remains undrinkable. As did Hemingway Monicelli.
For someone has gone much worse: just uncorked bottles of Sarah Scazzi or Yara Gambirasio were brutally spilled, wasted, ended up in pieces.
A beach holiday in Riccione, including one told by Max Pezzali, is another metaphor for life. It is gratifying, bright, the arrival, the beginning, but then the departure is unspeakably sad, but hopefully there's a new start next year fortunately. But it is not the same thing, just as each new bottle is likely to be less good than the last. Tonino Guerra and Rita Levi-Montalcini do not agree with this perspective, life is like for them (for Verdone) love, eternal, while it lasts.
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