



hands that paint
byginajarssen•~12min
Genres & Atmosphere
Control! It's all about control, Every dictatorship has an obsession, and in this historical context, the war made me see all the malice of that winter, let's go! Throw the curtains! Wouldn't this be the War century? (...) They always called me Laura. But I never understood how such a sweet name held desires capable of changing a lifetime of principles and virtues, I loved her, I loved the way her body highlighted the nude, in a dusty painting of the paint room, the her yellow eyes and her pale mouth softened my extinct, how I wanted to meet her, how I wanted to know her name (...)
Synopsis
Control! It's all about control, Every dictatorship has an obsession, and in this historical context, the war made me see all the malice of that winter, let's go! Throw the curtains! Wouldn't this be the War century? (...)
They always called me Laura.
But I never understood how such a sweet name held desires capable of changing a lifetime of principles and virtues, I loved her, I loved the way her body highlighted the nude, in a dusty painting of the paint room, the her yellow eyes and her pale mouth softened my extinct, how I wanted to meet her, how I wanted to know her name (...)
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