During the time that my hand reached yours
I lied to myself. I painted you in mild colours.
Adorned you. You had the cruellest imagination.
And you were aware of it, crowned yourself with its
Fruits and corpses and distorted faces. I remember you
In my nightmares, where everything turns cold and ashen.
You want life to fade away in the palm of your hands,
Your treacherous grasp. You don’t welcome reactions.
You observed her disintegration, it revived you, the impact
She allows you to have on her. Because she still believes in
The sanctimonious words you preach and sexualise. In love.
She’s a child inside and that’s your speciality, you dig up what has buried itself alive.
“Portrait of a Lady” by Jules Lefebvre (1834-1912)
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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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