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Here is one of the comments I received for the post titled "A true Story" through facebook, from Ms. Rosanna Bruno:

"Tieni sempre presente che la pelle fa le rughe,
i capelli diventano bianchi,
i giorni si trasformano in anni.

Però ciò che è importante non cambia;
la tua forza e la tua convinzione non hanno età.
Il tuo spirito e' la colla di qualsiasi tela di ragno.

Dietro ogni linea di arrivo c'è una linea di partenza.
Dietro ogni successo c'e' un'altra delusione.

Fino a quando sei viva, sentiti viva.
Se ti manca cio' che facevi, torna a farlo.
Non vivere di foto ingiallite...
insisti anche se tutti si aspettano che abbandoni.

Non lasciare che si arruginisca il ferro che c'è in te.
Fai in modo che invece che compassione, ti portino rispetto.

Quando a causa degli anni
non potrai correre, cammina veloce.
Quando non potrai camminare veloce, cammina.
Quando non potrai camminare, usa il bastone.
Pero' non trattenerti mai!
Rose.."

Translation: (with the help of Google Translator)



"Keep in mind that the skin makes wrinkles, hair becomes white, the days turn into years. But what is important does not change, your strength and your conviction do not have age. 
Your spirit and 'the glue of any spider'. Behind every finish line is a line of departureBehind every success there is another disappointment. As long as you're alive, feel  alive. If you miss what you were doing, go do it. 
Do not live in yellowed photos ... even though all insist they expect retirement. Do not let it rust the iron in you. 
Make sure instead to let compassion take you over. When you cannot run because of the years, walk fast. When you cannot walk fast, walk. When you can not walk, use the stick. But 'Never stop!"
Rose...



Rosanna's Facebook Link:
http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1664359255
Thank you Rosanna for your word pearls.
My sincere thanks to Terri Gauthier for helping me out in translation. 

Comments

Always Happy said…
Like it ! Thank you Anu for sharing the words.
Terri said…
What a lovely post.
ANULAL said…
Thanks to Rosanna.
AbhiLaSH RuHeLa said…
thanks for sharing this
ANULAL said…
You are welcome Abhilash

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