45 Quotes by Laura Gentile

While his parents never stopped being enigmas to him, Estefania's physicality felt graspable to him, a promise that would not withdraw itself. In Estefania, he saw a world to be painted.

You built a house and filled it with death images

I was born into the horror of your words.

Childhood is a voice that I’m unburying until my vocal cords hurt.

Suddenly, Gabriela felt an unusual hand on her shoulder, branding itself through her clothing. Someone leaned against her body. A head now lay on her shoulder, and blond-reddish strands of hair that were not hers fell over her chest. The hand was glisteningly white with a hint of gray and overflown with blue, halted seams, and rested on Gabriela's hand like a stone on sand.

And I feel your empty hands on meAnd I want to set them on fire.

She could taste her children on her tongue, the colors they wore. Jacqueline was yellow. Gunnar was blue. Gabriela had always been red. All their weight. Their history inside of her. And she remembered her mother's synesthesia and was startled as guilt crept up her throat.

Revolted and offended, this child was fighting her mother in her head and did not even blink.

when youincessantly told meto stop eating,what image did you have in mind?