Hadamo

In the frenzy of time that passes, the silence of the images of the African mountains covered with rubbish is powerful, as is that of the men, motionless there in the middle. Men who have decided to contaminate themselves now stand as totems built with fragments of technology. Next to them roost marabou, birds known to frequent disturbed habitats, which appear ready to feast. And She stands, like a goddess of technological junk, surrounded by plastic and foul-smelling fragments. The people cry out, asking for respect for Mother Earth, but the heaviest accusations lie in the sung and whispered words that echo between the walls of the harsh images. Angry, but composed, they are a hymn to freedom, against the exploitation of Africa. Stop technologies, stop transhumanism, hyper-globalization, neo-colonialism. Stop the belief that these topics do not affect us: "The Earth before all else".