my athletic figure is not the fruit of a fleeting vanity, but the result of years of discipline,

My face bears the mark of time with pride.Some lines on my skin suggest battles lived, lessons learned and a life well felt.His gaze, firm but serene, reveals a mixture of security and empathy.I am the kind of man who does not need to raise his voice to make himself heard: he projects authority with his mere presence.He is not just physical; he is a serene, mature energy that transmits confidence without effort.He knows what I want and I have learned not to chase it with anxiety.He has known success and has also dealt with success, and has learned not to chase it with anxiety.He has known success and has also dealt with it with anxiety.

I know what I want and I have learned not to pursue it with anxiety.He has known success and has also dealt with frustration, and that has made me wiser.I am not interested in appearing perfect, but authentic.I live from awareness, taking care of his body without neglecting his mind.He is curious, likes to learn, read, converse with those who can show him new perspectives.Unlike his youth, today he values depth over speed, quality over quantity.I am not interested in appearing perfect, but in authenticity.I live from awareness, taking care of his body without neglecting his mind.He is curious, likes to learn, read, converse with those who can show him new perspectives.Unlike his youth, today he values depth more than speed, quality over quantity.