Lilou, Lilou,
You don’t love yourself yet.
Lilou, Lilou,
Behind his gaze you won’t find the story you’re looking for.
Lilou, Lilou,
He’s too young and you’re too old and you’re both of the same age.
Lilou, Lilou,
You are observing the contradictory behaviour of girls.
Lilou, Lilou,
They are always torn betwen a million worlds and expectations.
Lilou, Lilou,
They can’t even trust themselves.
Lilou, Lilou,
They are wearing alarming, pressured colours.
Lilou, Lilou,
They haven’t learned a thing about themselves yet.
Lilou, Lilou,
Don’t be an ephemeral footnote in a boy’s slander.
“Woman in Pink Dress and Black Collar” by József Rippl-Rónai (1861-1927)
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Author of "Within Paravent Walls". Pentalingual Idealist. Hypercreative homebody. Self-exorcising Poetess. Creator of "Croque-Melpomene" & "Les Femmes de la Décadence".
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').
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