La entrevista / José Antonio Ramos Sucre

The Interview

The beautiful girl rests at leisure on the armchair filling it with her person and with the ribbons and frills of her sumptuous dress.
     Behind her I watch the field of joyous herbs and where it ends at the mountain of sapphire.
     The transhumant lady refers the mishaps of mundane life, punishment of the susceptible intelligence. She reproduces the gesture of flavorlessness and becomes self-absorbed for a while, keeping a lenitive pause.
     The majesty of her beauty increases when we stop for diuturnal rest, relief for a dissatisfied soul. The torrent mitigates a rip in the sierra and sums up, in a pond, the landscape’s heavy atmosphere.
     The beautiful girl perfects the spell of her ivory face, untying the blackish hair, where a humble spike of wheat is lost.
     She fears the uncertainties of the air, warned by the dissonances and preludes of autumn’s harp, and begins on the road home.
     She assumes the bearing and step of a telluric divinity, announced by a long thunder of cymbals.




Las formas del fuego (1929)




{ José Antonio Ramos Sucre, Obra completa, Caracas: Biblioteca Ayacucho, 1989 }