Fantasía de la estación adversa / José Antonio Ramos Sucre

Fantasy of the Adverse Season

The parade of slow days, in mourning because of winter, visited by grief. The birds of the sky, emissaries of the storm, scattered by the gust of wind. The suspended fog, with winged feet, evasive of contact with the earth.
     The palace of the fulminated rubble projects in the unknown region, at the shores of the sea of heavy waters, and a jungle covers its back.
     The entourage of cheerful youths, arrived from beyond the horizon, one day profanes the halls and rooms of the feudal ruin. They ridicule the arms of the ancient panoply and their massive romp awakens indignant echoes.
     They visit the jungle, where they cut solid trees at their roots, reproducing at each step the deafening collapse of a tower, and they mend a light skiff, confident they will continue, on new roads, their noisy pilgrimage.
     They departed amid restless songs, a sign of their unprepared mood, to the exploration of the enigmatic sea, and they perished shipwrecked in its heavy waters, before communicating the discovery of the fatal palace.




La torre de Timón (1925)




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