Delirious Story
The prince of the proscribed kings was abandoned on a skiff, after they were vanquished in the desperate conflict.
He was sailing amid the canticle of the savage waves, toward the shipwreck island, visited by birds.
He made port directly where the adept of an abhorred science awaited him, arbitrer of elements, adorned with a garland of oak. He had left his retreat, among the ruins of immemorial fortresses, upon suspecting the arrival of the predestined one.
He had to transmit to him the teachings entrusted to the memory of a formal sect, fearful of writing them down.
The boy grew merely by breathing a vital air. He commanded the militia of birds, eager to please his innocent will and give him messages of superior origin.
His gentle life conserves the accent of a single grief, from the teacher’s unexpected evasion. The island at that moment of the afternoon was lengthening its triangular shadow over the violaceous sea.
The moon, flooded in the squall, inspires in the solitary one the image of a distant woman, with a friendly soul.
He looks for her in an unsinkable vessel, of argentine wake.
She lives, embracing a hope, in the highest chamber of a tower.
The proscribed one discovers his only sister in the vigilant woman.
He learns the origin of their separation and recovers, through her notices and with the means learned on the turbulent island, the brave subjects of his progenitors.
La torre de Timón (1925)
{ José Antonio Ramos Sucre, Obra completa, Caracas: Biblioteca Ayacucho, 1989 }
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