The Reform
The ecstatic gentleman has left through the arc of three doors, of forgotten style, of limitless lines and proportions. He observes the comet of agony and its reflection in the crystal sea.
He repugns the tournament and the conversation in the palace of the nobles, dwelling of happiness. He has embraced the penitent life since his stay in Italy, in amends for youthful pastimes. He assisted, the eve before returning, an academic festival, where mythological surnames abounded. An abbé was reading a fictitious discourse, by the light of the torches, in a hall adorned with egregious busts and in the presence of the cardinals.
The German gentleman possesses once again his serious and profound soul. He discovers, around himself and in the universe, the vestiges of original and unsalvageable evil, the ruin of the insinuating will of Satan and he doubts he will save himself by his own merits.
He jealously serves Mary, mother of Jesus, and guides, in that manner, his acts toward the contentment and satisfaction of a perfect lady, abiding by the only principle, free of censure, from the urbanity of Italy, unfolded time and again in the book of Baldassare de Castiglione.
El cielo de esmalte (1929)
{ José Antonio Ramos Sucre, Obra completa, Caracas: Biblioteca Ayacucho, 1989 }
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