They tell me that whatever you put
Into my head will remain and fester.
The marks on my body heal mercilessly.
The mind takes much more work and time.
Your footprints are all over my brain.
And I threw myself into the arms of men like you.
She looked devastated, alive and awake.
Dragging a concluded choice ahead of her.
Waiting for you to kill it, but you were blind.
She wanted something that had been stolen from her
When she was a little girl. Her hands would always reach out.
But they all put it out of reach. Until she couldn’t see it anymore.
“Portrait of An Overtoom” by Leo Gestel (1881-1941)
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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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