Sundays in Nikšić were punctuated by bustling markets and the delicious smells of traditional dishes. Marko used these moments to share stories of his fights with his friends, while enjoying ajvar and pršut. His dearest friend, Luka, a poet at heart, saw him as a metaphor for the Montenegrin spirit: strong, indomitable, yet sensitive.
One day, as an international boxing competition loomed on the horizon, the city was ablaze with fervent anticipation. Marko prepared himself ardently, training every morning by Lake Krupac, whose sparkling waters reflected his commitment. But the pressure of expectation intensified, and for the first time, doubts began to creep in.
His meetings with Luka took a different turn. The poet, sensing his friend’s concern, offered him words of encouragement. “The unbeatable is not the one who never loses, but the one who always gets up, no matter the trials.” These words resonated in Marko, rekindling the flame of his fighting spirit.
The day of the big fight finally arrived. The stadium was packed, fans with Montenegrin flags waved their songs and sang hymns of pride. In the ring, Marko stood facing his formidable opponent, an international champion with acerbic words. The atmosphere was electric, the stakes monumental.
As the rounds went on, the tension mounted, and each blow exchanged seemed to be imbued with the very history of Nikšić. Marko remembered Luka’s words, feeling the strength of his city, his people, the unbeatable was within him. In a final burst, he threw a decisive blow, which left his opponent on the mat, to the intoxicating applause of the crowd.
With the victory achieved, Marko felt not only the joy of triumph, but also a deep gratitude to his land, the one that had raised him. Back in the alleys of Nikšić, the locals welcomed him like a hero, but he knew that this was not just a personal victory, it was a victory for all those who had supported him.
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One day, as an international boxing competition loomed on the horizon, the city was ablaze with fervent anticipation. Marko prepared himself ardently, training every morning by Lake Krupac, whose sparkling waters reflected his commitment. But the pressure of expectation intensified, and for the first time, doubts began to creep in.
His meetings with Luka took a different turn. The poet, sensing his friend’s concern, offered him words of encouragement. “The unbeatable is not the one who never loses, but the one who always gets up, no matter the trials.” These words resonated in Marko, rekindling the flame of his fighting spirit.
The day of the big fight finally arrived. The stadium was packed, fans with Montenegrin flags waved their songs and sang hymns of pride. In the ring, Marko stood facing his formidable opponent, an international champion with acerbic words. The atmosphere was electric, the stakes monumental.
As the rounds went on, the tension mounted, and each blow exchanged seemed to be imbued with the very history of Nikšić. Marko remembered Luka’s words, feeling the strength of his city, his people, the unbeatable was within him. In a final burst, he threw a decisive blow, which left his opponent on the mat, to the intoxicating applause of the crowd.
With the victory achieved, Marko felt not only the joy of triumph, but also a deep gratitude to his land, the one that had raised him. Back in the alleys of Nikšić, the locals welcomed him like a hero, but he knew that this was not just a personal victory, it was a victory for all those who had supported him.
Je vous invite a visiter mon blog https://00-le-petit-prince-voyageur.blogspot.com ainsi que mes compositions
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