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SE. Ballet Magnificat

Tonight, for the note, while cleaning the bathroom (!) friends that I thought I ended up with Facebook. In reality 'is not quite correct to say that I've found,' cause at the bottom of many of them I had never lost, and 'just for obvious reasons (the distance) I did not have frequent contact ..
However, as often happens to me, one thought leads to another and I found myself thinking about people I know, but I do not really friends and I remember not really a good thing. Mainly I thought their attitude snob, as are all taken from the image and social status. I can not relate with these people. It is not 'that I would not be able to, and' I just feel wrong. It would be difficult to make a snob me too. It would be difficult to have attended "high places", and then the upper than many others. But it 's never been my desire. I have never managed to envy those who had a social climber, what makes the right moves to fit into the world "good."
Perhaps it makes no sense what I'm writing, but 'the introduction to another thought that has' suddenly presented ..
The translation of a poem by Rudyard Kipling, which is in the translation .. ehm .. Third Manual of Junior Woodchucks (the translation that I think the best).

Poetry and 'if, and why me and' springs to mind is' the part where he speaks of mud and re ...

Good reading.

SE

you can not lose your head when all around you
have lost it and say, "Did you fall, you!"
If you still believe in yourself, when more
nobody believes in you, yet you wonder
if they are right and others wrong you.
If you can wait calmly what you or if it
, persecuted, not to pay
hatred with hatred, offense with a vengeance,
without abandoning the taste of
estimated saint among the saints and the righteous right.
If you can dream, and yet not lose the dream in the nets and give everything you can think
without thinking.
If you can lay down face triumph and disgrace,
without open our hearts to neither. If you
without blinking your real
see that lie on the lips
dell'insincero, and suddenly collapse as soon as you dear
to reassemble with bitter courage. If
in one shot you can risk
everything you had in life,
and lose it, and then start again without
repent of your game. If you recall

your courage when you have long since squandered the
and stand firm when you know you can not do much
, if not say, "Come on!"
If you can not touch the mud and give
defile the hands of the king without excited.
If friend or foe can never get hurt. If all
people have loved ones too, but most of the other
anyone.
If you know of an instant leap
than the applicant who does not forgive,

then yours is the Earth and everything that gives!

Rudyard Kipling

IF

If You Can Keep Your Head When All About You Are Losing Theirs
and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself When All men doubt you, But make allowance for
Doubting Their too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or
, Being lied about, do not deal in lies, Or
, being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!