I tried to study you since the first time you held me.
And the more I grew into your own features,
The more your joy disappeared and you
Distanced yourself from everything that I was.
I ran into so many different directions
That there was nothing left of me,
Nothing binding, nothing concentrated.
I looked at you; your mind in faraway countries.
Did you run away, leave everything behind, or did you
Escape? You hid every single root from me and told me
That I was an aerial creature, a balloon about to burst.
You are made out of contradictions. Deconstructions of
Love and hate reside within you, everything is grey matter.
Everything is a ruin of a ruin, the leftovers of wasted lives.
“Helen On The Walls Of Troy” by Frederic Leighton, 1st Baron Leighton (1830-1896)
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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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