Abismos avernales / Francisco Pérez Perdomo

Avernal Abysses

He spoke with a cold
and wretched voice
that seemed to surge
from the depths
of water.
Hairs stood on end.
He came, at that time,
as if to know
the secrets
of nature,
that, regardless, were
unknown
to human beings.
Everyone ignored them.
No one could know
those secrets no matter
how much they toiled. No
person could know,
with certainty, anything
about them and, at the same time,
give himself to the useless
enterprise of deciphering them.
Now they hesitated
in the most profound silence
of endless things,
emerged from the avernal
abysses.




{ Francisco Pérez Perdomo, Eclipse, Caracas: Edición de autor, 2008 }