Fanatics of the taekwondo
More than a sport, more than a martial art, it is a passion, a feeling.... the TAEKWONDO.
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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.
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.
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