Emiliano Ciuti - место жительства и мобильный номер

"simplicity is the ultimate sophistication" "it is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat"

Someone wrote the following about me; it may be totally wrong but then again who knows: Living as a single soldier among your personal wars Wickedness and whiteness abound you. You fell, face down bruised and broken And now you have taken flight Yet still, you are heavy with desires and burdens that weigh you down You do not give in to your heart or past You remain firm with resolve to go on and so you go off to fly You go until once again you arrive exhausted and tired from so many flights… Just when a distant stare crosses your face And your eyes are washed over Wounds that bare many shades of darkness, Of a past you only share in part Within you there is a silent madness sleeping With thoughts that carry weight of a heavy silence And a quiet desperation lays inside you like a predator… A scent of betrayal lingers about you with aromas of burnt skins You try to remain out of frame, so neatly tucked away Hidden within the caves of your mind You are as still as a serial killer that covets his prey Calculating your next step as you pretend beneath a million small Smiles and all of those garments you still carry With a shattered life you have left behind Your pain, Your heart aching That history that binds you And all that makes you an island of isolation YOU…so lovely - so fragile, Surrounded by bodies of lust and temptations You stand with a small fire of arrogance in your belly As your feet glide past those that reach for you Walking slowly yet moving so fast With a fistful of fruitful dreams you remain on your path Solely for self Only for you, Stead fast and silent… You walk over life’s broken glass

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