'When we were kids, we coloured sun in yellow, fields in green, roads in brown, water in blue and it was beautiful. Now that we are grown up are we forgetting to love yours, mine and their colours?'
‘How would you like to live your life? A bed of roses, like a game of Russian roulette, or like a merry go round? After few minutes, the man who asked this question was shot dead inside an amusement park and was buried in a rose garden.’
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