You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise."

Food for tought:

A gypsy story from the ghetto where Rică was like Romeo. Until one day when he met a knife.

Food for tought:

Can you imagine the world if we only saw souls and not bodies?

Man is free at the moment he wishes to be.