She murdered her memories.
Her heart skipped a beat or two.
She had never been allowed to be tired.
She had to keep going, progress whilst her
Mother held her head down. Her father
Tried to get rid of her, quicksand souls.
The windows would be slammed shut.
And she would pull herself together
Because she wanted to live and not freeze to death,
Be stifled by silence that washes its hands clean.
The mother massacring the language, disgracing the tongue.
The father spitting on her hopes for eventual love.
“Idle moments” 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').
My debut novel, 'Within Paravent Walls', will be published by WiDo Publishing / E. L. Marker.
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