I feel the blood in my veins gushing I feel the ground under me shaking I feel the wind blowing  But I also feel freedom  I smell the smoke that has contaminated the air I smell the sweet watermelon that has been cut I smell the freshly baked bread for dinner But I also smell freedom I hear the cries of many  I hear the bombs exploding  I hear soldiers coming But I also hear freedom I taste the bitterness of the olives I taste the sweetness of the watermelons I taste the coolness of the water But I also taste freedom I see the children crying I see the mud walled houses I see the olive trees growing But I also see freedom! Ana dammi Falastini!!!