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Adam Hochschild
Adam Hochschild

Adam Hochschild is an American author renowned for his historical works. His writing often focuses on social justice and human suffering, particularly historical events of the 19th and 20th centuries. His style is well-received by readers for its in-depth research and vivid storytelling. more

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“A dance with the clouds. After this dance what next. When charcoal becomes ambers and fire remind us about sweet melodies. When human emotions stop to sing and we marry our sins. A dance in between fences and living inside furnaces. A million stars had dropped, a million moons spurred hope under our broken shadows. I remain here, I remain dancing with the clouds.”

“Hear me now Right here I should speak Right here I should cry Right here I should shout Right here I should soak Hear me now ah! The sky of death Lives parish on the hand of death People die on the earth without sound Hear me now ah! Voices fade without hope Voices fade without an ear, Voices fade without anyone Hear me now ah! I should speak! Hear me now ah! I should cry! Hear me now ah! I should shout! Hear me now ah! I should soak! Speak! The mournful earth is bleeding Cry! The heavens are dark and dead Shout! Should we mend? Soak let the river abide with my soul”

“Quindici brevi ma intensi capitoli ognuno dedicato ad un artista diverso, che si racconta con vibranti parole ed opere d’arte innovative. Painting, photography, drawing from Africa and its Diaspora è il nuovo libro, in realtà è un eBook, che ho pubblicato in lingua inglese. Il libro si propone di creare e stimolare una reazione forte nel lettore, spinto a riflettere sull’attuale situazione attraverso i racconti di artisti africani e afrodiscendenti. Energia, colore e un inedito spirito ironico contraddistinguono i profili degli artisti Bussola digitale | Arte, fotografia dall’Africa del XXI secolo Medium @shotofwhisky”

“I’m black that’s what runs deep inside my soul. I’m Nile that what makes me perennial I’m Okavango that’s what makes me mysterious I’m the lake Tanganyika thus what bellows deep inside I’m black,I’m deep jet I’m Chinhoyi thus what makes me constant I’m Kalahari thus what makes me amazing I’m black as an onyx I’m coal that’s what makes me thermal”

“She has to leave. She has nowhere to go. She imagines tying Rich to a chair, his hands and feet bound and his neck roped. No food, no water, no escape until he tells her everything he’s felt about her for the last four years, the whole truth until she believes him. If he talks and she knows he’s lying, she’ll wrap another coil around his neck, each one tighter than the last. Finally he’ll break down and tell her the bitter truth—that he never loved her at all, that it was only their play that excited him.”