Los sentidos iluminados / José Antonio Ramos Sucre

The Illuminated Senses

The apparitors with simple souls were uttering the anthem of august praise and entrusting it to the breeze of child-like mischief.
     The crescent, Maria’s footrest, was rowing in the sky of heraldic clarity.
     The canticle was quieting the intimate sighs of a procession of invisible women, martyrs of an illustrious love. I was surprising the slip of their feet in the emerald moss.
     The innocent voice of the squires was creating in an instant, on the dark earth, a paradisiacal enchantment. I was distinguishing the concert of some unknown birds, musicians of a divine thicket, attentive to interrupting themselves before the aria of the nightingale, friend to Juliet.




El cielo de esmalte (1929)




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