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But its up to the Romani themselfes to show themselfes more, and be correct, I think Romani should be correct, and show themselfes, and show that they are correct...
I mean everyone knows how important visibility and representation is for every marginalised group and minority, there is even a American Trans Visibility Day, so...
Yesterday Roma nation flags have been seen on streets of Italy on celebration of end of World War II, where shamelessly Italy finished with evil fascism.
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In the moonlit dance of evening's grace, Roma women with beauty, hearts ablaze. Eyes that glimmer like stars in night, Their laughter, a song, pure delight.
With flowing skirts and steps so light, They spin through life, a vibrant sight. Jewels that glint and hair that flows, In their presence, a garden grows.
Roma men with courage bold, Stories of their bravery told. Through trials and paths unknown, Their strength and honor brightly shown.
With hearts as wild as open skies, They face the world with fearless eyes. Protectors of their kin and kind, In every shadow, light they find.
Together in a timeless dance, Of love and life, a fierce romance. The Roma spirit, free and strong, In every heartbeat, in every song.
Through fields and forests, roads unplanned, They roam the world, a nomad band. Beautiful women, heroic men, In the Roma, life’s magic begins again.
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They should show themself more in high schools and universities, not those useless parades of what? Tax payer money collectionists?
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In the moonlit dance of evening's grace, Roma women with beauty, hearts ablaze. Eyes that glimmer like stars in night, Their laughter, a song, pure delight.
With flowing skirts and steps so light, They spin through life, a vibrant sight. Jewels that glint and hair that flows, In their presence, a garden grows.
Roma men with courage bold, Stories of their bravery told. Through trials and paths unknown, Their strength and honor brightly shown.
With hearts as wild as open skies, They face the world with fearless eyes. Protectors of their kin and kind, In every shadow, light they find.
Together in a timeless dance, Of love and life, a fierce romance. The Roma spirit, free and strong, In every heartbeat, in every song.
Through fields and forests, roads unplanned, They roam the world, a nomad band. Beautiful women, heroic men, In the Roma, life’s magic begins again.
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Lions of Breda Solini was a battalion of Italian partisans from the Mantua region, exclusively composed of Italian Sinti who had escaped from the Prignano sulla Secchia concentration camp (in the province of Modena), where they were confined in September 1940.
Giacomo "Gnugo" De Bar, an Emilian Sinti, was imprisoned as a child along with his family in the concentration camp of Prignano sulla Secchia, in the province of Modena, in September 1940. With the armistice of September 8, 1943, his family managed to escape from the concentration camp, and along with other Italian Sinti families from Northern Italy, they joined the partisan brigades from the autumn of 1943.
The partisan brigade was formed by the De Bar circus family (grandfather Jean was a contortionist and Uncle Rus was an acrobat), who, from their performances in the squares during the day, turned into fighters at night, carrying out sabotage actions against the Germans: they traveled with an equipped truck, stealing weapons and ammunition from them to supply the partisans. The formation operated on the border between Mantua, Modena, Reggio Emilia, and Cremona, especially in the area between Breda Solini and Rivarolo del Re (currently Rivarolo Mantovano). Considered heroes by the locals for using violence only when necessary, they were nicknamed the Lions of Breda Solini after an action in which they disarmed a patrol of the German vanguard.Many Sinti were partisans. For example, my cousin Lucchesi Fioravante was with the Armando division, but many of us who performed during the day also went out at night to take weapons from the Germans. My father and Uncle Rus came back home in 1945, and they too at night joined other Sinti to carry out actions against the Germans in the area between Breda Salini and Rivarolo del Re (now Rivarolo Mantovano), where we traveled with the wagon that my grandfather had equipped. They were almost a legend, and the people in the villages nicknamed them "The Lions of Breda Solini", perhaps also for that time when they disarmed a patrol of the German vanguard.
They had entered into the hearts of the people as heroes, also because they used violence only when absolutely necessary. Among us Sinti, there was never a desire for war, an instinct to kill a man just because he was an enemy. This was known even to a fascist in Breda Solini who, during the Liberation, barricaded himself in his house with an arsenal of weapons, threatening to shoot anyone who approached or to kill himself by blowing up the whole house: "I'll surrender only to the Lions of Breda Salini". So went my parents, to whom he surrendered, but then he was taken into custody by other partisans, who locked him in a cellar and beat him up.
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Gypsies should make their zionist movement: own land/country in India. This is the real gypsy nationalism.
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Btw I wonder how many of those gypsies are actually Italian; more than 20% of the gypsies here are recent immigrants from the Balkans.
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In the moonlit dance of evening's grace, Roma women with beauty, hearts ablaze. Eyes that glimmer like stars in night, Their laughter, a song, pure delight.
With flowing skirts and steps so light, They spin through life, a vibrant sight. Jewels that glint and hair that flows, In their presence, a garden grows.
Roma men with courage bold, Stories of their bravery told. Through trials and paths unknown, Their strength and honor brightly shown.
With hearts as wild as open skies, They face the world with fearless eyes. Protectors of their kin and kind, In every shadow, light they find.
Together in a timeless dance, Of love and life, a fierce romance. The Roma spirit, free and strong, In every heartbeat, in every song.
Through fields and forests, roads unplanned, They roam the world, a nomad band. Beautiful women, heroic men, In the Roma, life’s magic begins again.
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In the moonlit dance of evening's grace, Roma women with beauty, hearts ablaze. Eyes that glimmer like stars in night, Their laughter, a song, pure delight.
With flowing skirts and steps so light, They spin through life, a vibrant sight. Jewels that glint and hair that flows, In their presence, a garden grows.
Roma men with courage bold, Stories of their bravery told. Through trials and paths unknown, Their strength and honor brightly shown.
With hearts as wild as open skies, They face the world with fearless eyes. Protectors of their kin and kind, In every shadow, light they find.
Together in a timeless dance, Of love and life, a fierce romance. The Roma spirit, free and strong, In every heartbeat, in every song.
Through fields and forests, roads unplanned, They roam the world, a nomad band. Beautiful women, heroic men, In the Roma, life’s magic begins again.
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Received: 58,538 Given: 59,406 |
In the moonlit dance of evening's grace, Roma women with beauty, hearts ablaze. Eyes that glimmer like stars in night, Their laughter, a song, pure delight.
With flowing skirts and steps so light, They spin through life, a vibrant sight. Jewels that glint and hair that flows, In their presence, a garden grows.
Roma men with courage bold, Stories of their bravery told. Through trials and paths unknown, Their strength and honor brightly shown.
With hearts as wild as open skies, They face the world with fearless eyes. Protectors of their kin and kind, In every shadow, light they find.
Together in a timeless dance, Of love and life, a fierce romance. The Roma spirit, free and strong, In every heartbeat, in every song.
Through fields and forests, roads unplanned, They roam the world, a nomad band. Beautiful women, heroic men, In the Roma, life’s magic begins again.
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