jueves, 25 de agosto de 2011

Taekwondo's poem

Taekwondo:

 The love is:
 To defend the honor of your school.

 The pain is:
 To lose a combat.

 The pleasure is:
 To gain a medal.

 The fondness is:
 Your "dobok" embracing to your hanger ironed and preparing your equipment before competing.

 The solidarity is:
 To give an embrace and the hand to your opponent after a combat.

 The poetry is:
 To manage to dominate kicks with double draft.

 The humiliation is:
 To be knocked out.

 The friendship is:
 To belong to a warriors' herd.

 The panic is:
 To feel the adrenaline of beginning to a track of combat to fight.

 Dying a bit is:
 To be Injured person and not to be able to finish a combat.

 The loneliness is:
 To divide to other lands in search of wisdom and strength.

Since you are going to know what is the egoism:
 If you have never concealed a technology that you dominate your only your and do not want that nobody could take it from you.

The art is:
 To learn and to have a form.

 The music is:
 Oir the sound of the victory.

 The injustice is:
 That I discredit you an umpire or steal the combat from you.

 The insomnia is:
 To travel to a distant country to compete for the victory.