The white foam against the gray rocks and the expanse of the harbor swept by a gentle breeze. The bow of the canoe cuts through the waves, the size, the cross as certain memories through our thoughts. But in an instant and everything passes quickly, as my constant paddling. Right, left, breathe, keep a steady rhythm. Gait. The struggle continues against the instability of the half, the vastness of the Sea, the insolence of the waves. The sun and salt on your skin so you "peel the sailor." Concentrate, every muscle called to order, stretched his legs, his arms outstretched. The speed increases as the beating of the heart. Burn the city under the setting sun, burning bright colors and alive as my love for this sea and land.
'I ground. The sport we
slams face in the struggle of every day, that of life. If you hesitate, you fall into the water. If you're afraid to try, never reach the open sea to enjoy the colors and unique sensations. The only battles lost are those that choose not to fight. No such failure is never absolute and the same applies to the victories. why you should never stop, except to take the right momentum and the wave better. Will and perseverance, such as hardened steel. The future belongs to those who dare to conquer.
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Challenge. And if it is hard not to like it].
Photo: Sunset at Catania from the quay, taken by the Captain.
'I ground. The sport we
slams face in the struggle of every day, that of life. If you hesitate, you fall into the water. If you're afraid to try, never reach the open sea to enjoy the colors and unique sensations. The only battles lost are those that choose not to fight. No such failure is never absolute and the same applies to the victories. why you should never stop, except to take the right momentum and the wave better. Will and perseverance, such as hardened steel. The future belongs to those who dare to conquer.
[
Challenge. And if it is hard not to like it].
Photo: Sunset at Catania from the quay, taken by the Captain.
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