La cuita / José Antonio Ramos Sucre

Tribulation

The adolescent is dressed in white silk. She reproduces the attire and softness of dawn. She observes, while walking, the reminiscence of an intuitive harmony. She expresses herself with a jovial voice, well-pitched for song in spring festivities.
     I listen to the violas and flutes of the minstrels in the ancient hall. The sounds of the music fly to founder in the haunted night, over the silvery gulf.
     The adventurer with the red coat of arms and drab knickers arms snares and casts nets against the maiden, acerbating my exile’s sorrow.
     The girl assents to a malign signal from the seducer. Persons with unknown faces invade the hall and disturb my interest. The minstrels celebrate, with a vehement music, the lovers’ escape.




La torre de Timón (1925)




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