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When the fox does not get to the grape, it says it is unripe.

In order not to act like the fox very often our heart is armed with courage rather than cunning.

We begin to climb the vine branches undeterred with our eyes fixed on our goal: the grapes, the boy of our dreams, the girl we fell madly in love with.

We slip.

A

Two

Three times.

So we decide to look away from the grapes and aim at the poor holds, to make the most of them during our climb.

Let's go up

More and more.

Always safer to reach the summit.

When we stop, however, we realize that the grapes are no longer on our head.

It is no longer as unreachable as it used to be.

But he is not by our side either.

We have been so busy climbing, advancing towards our goal that we have infused all our strength into it and, in trying to reach it, we have even surpassed it.

We turn back and, with a hint of melancholy, we understand that now that grape no longer belongs to us but to our past.

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