El ídolo / José Antonio Ramos Sucre

The Idol

The beauty threatened with her brow when she noticed my refusal to one of her whims. I backtracked from my decision adding complaisant and affectionate attentions. I feared accelerating the unraveling of her sorrows.
     That very night she succumbed in a crisis of delirium. Once more she was narrating, in impassioned terms, the misfortunes of her childhood and adolescence. I awoke at the foot of her oaken bed.
     I walk tirelessly through the chambers of my ancient house, demure in the elusiveness of a sierra. Only the roof of a vigilant tower remains.
     I refuse to return to the world and I scorn the invitations of my friends. I wish to reconstruct the situation of that nefarious day’s mood and the sterile gesture of drawing her inert head to my chest.




Las formas del fuego (1929)




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