There is a dream that travels down my spine,
Nails clicking against the bone, silence enveloping
The foreign footsteps towards a brooding city and scissors
Gliding across the sunshine. You limp through me, chewing
Reinvented roots. Your knees climb through me like a
Stomachache, standing still, and I want to transform the cramps
Into a fantasy and find my voice in your well, reflecting the face
Of fulfilment in the cold harboured water below us both.
“Portrait of Nadezhda Zabela-Vrubel” by Mikhail Vrubel (1856-1910)
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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.
I am the creator of "Croque-Melpomene: Femalecentric Poetry" and I have a YouTube channel carrying the same name.
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