I try to remember your face.
What made you smile.
What your last thoughts were before bed.
What dreams you had when you exited the house.
The embrace was too short-lived.
The hope had not endured.
The dissolution appeared too quickly.
Her knees an earthly disaster and she moved on.
Thinking about the human forms locked away behind glass.
In the forest where children dreamed and disappeared.
She envied all the colours and moments of perfection.
One world following another in one room houses and stories.
She wandered through dark spaces, where treasures lay.
The collector, observing the standstill of love.
With her hands on the apparition that no one could see but her.
And she cried, because she believed that there would always be glass in-between.
“Antigone” by Frederic Leighton, 1st Baron Leighton (1830-1896)
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My name is Laura Gentile. I’m of German-Italian descent and I speak five languages such as English, German, French, Italian, Luxembourgish and I’m currently learning Romanian.
I hold a Master of Arts Degree in English Literature, Film and Visual Culture (Dissertation: The Decadent in Love with his Psychopomp: Thomas Mann's 'Death in Venice' and Adrian Lyne's 'Lolita') and a Master of Letters by Research in English Literature, Film and Visual Culture (Thesis: Romanticising Decadence and Aestheticising Death: Women as Projection Bodies and Mimetic Identities in Zola’s 'Thérèse Raquin', Schnitzler’s 'Dream Story', Süskind’s 'Perfume: The Story of a Murderer' and Eugenides’ 'The Virgin Suicides').
Author of "Within Paravent Walls". Pentalingual Idealist. Writer of psycho-corporeal Poetry. Creator of Croque-Melpomene & Les Femmes de la Décadence.
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