Why is it you can never hope to describe the emotion Africa creates? You are lifted. Out of whatever pit, unbound from whatever tie, released from whatever fear. You are lifted and you see it all from above. — Francesca Marciano Copy Share Image
“How can I explain this? Why is it you can never hope to describe the emotion Africa creates? You are lifted. Out of whatever pit, unbound from whatever tie, released from whatever fear. You are lifted and you see it… — Francesca Marciano Copy Share Image
“When people die and especially when they die tragically, others can't help but get carried away. They come up with their implausible interpretation and… — Francesca Marciano Copy Share
“Inutile piangere sul latte versato. (No use crying over spilled milk.)” — Francesca Marciano Copy Share
“What kind of heart does one have to have in order to be able to get rid of these, without regret, as if they… — Francesca Marciano Copy Share
Why is it you can never hope to describe the emotion Africa creates? You are lifted. Out of whatever pit, unbound from whatever tie,… — Francesca Marciano Copy Share
“We knew nothing of loss. Nobody has taught us about pain. Until that moment, death had just amounted to a scary sound.” — Francesca Marciano Copy Share
I had fallen out of my secure world, precipitated beyond the territories I had only begun to control so skillfully. What a foolish step… — Francesca Marciano Copy Share
“I'd rather stay asleep than have to learn all those frightening secrets.” — Francesca Marciano Copy Share
“[she felt] sorry for herself, for getting older, for being mortal, for all the music she still wanted to hear, the books she intended… — Francesca Marciano Copy Share
“Maybe that's what happens with age, I thought. All your life you force yourself to forget people who have hurt you, but as you… — Francesca Marciano Copy Share
“How can I explain this? Why is it you can never hope to describe the emotion Africa creates? You are lifted. Out of whatever… — Francesca Marciano Copy Share
