By Alessandro Carosi
My soul its like in a prison,a prison called body and emotions. It trying to get out but it cant. My soul isnt worry about die,my soul is worry about what we call life. One day we will be gone but what about our soul,nobody knows,nobody have an idea. Im asking myself question that milion of people asked before,nobody has an answer,evrybody has an answer.
An Extraordinary And Ordinary Life 