Ophelia
The witch prepares the drowsy fever poison. It requires water lilies and lentils.
From the sky of deaf colors, the north wind of inflated cheeks, an image from a Dutch drawing, blows its lethal breeze.
A slow singing, incipient, erects the bramble of thorns from the earth and demands the presence of a starving lizard. The monk of anxiety catches sight of his effigy on the forehead of a skeleton with a toothless smile.
Over the ruins, hidden under the webs and knots of a wild vine, the aerial form of a virgin flowered in an ideal century suppresses the spell and lulls the atmosphere with her ghost wings.
And she is seconded by the nightingale, poet of inconsolable love.
El cielo de esmalte (1929)
{ José Antonio Ramos Sucre, Obra completa, Caracas: Biblioteca Ayacucho, 1989 }
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