I remember the expression on your face.
The lines of detachment, the conquered longing.
You erased everything and deracinated yourself.
If we embraced each other, we’d disintegrate in
A hollow gesture. And maybe we have never been
More than hot air. The further away I walked from you
The greater my freedom became.
She’d attack me in the middle of the street,
She’d always have your back -how could she not-
And huffed that I simply didn’t understand.
Yes, there was one thing I had no knowledge of,
But the things you never dared to comprehend outweighed
Everything. He took you under his wing and it was full of thorns.
I was certain of one thing, that if I’d see love I’d recognise it.
“The green dress” by Valentine Cameron Prinsep (1838-1904)
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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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