And now you walk toward me.
Lowering your body.
I look at your head from above.
As if you were waiting for an injury.
On all fours. Do you think
That this is how I dedicated my time to you?
Did I look like this?
This posture is burned into my brain.
My hands folded behind my back.
I can’t stomach the sound of your voice.
And you move like an unborn child.
I can feel you everywhere.
You are not looking.
You need to see that my projections have changed.
Not the ones I used to idealise you.
No, the ones revealing to you who I really am
And all the boundaries that accompany me.
“Lady with Flowers” by Paul César Helleu (1859-1927)
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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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