Sorrow
The handsome young man was left lying on the snow-covered ground, amidst the trees dried out by the winter. He had emerged from the masked ball, animated by the passion of jealousy, to demand vindication. He received the sharp steel sheet in his chest.
The lady dressed in blue velvet, motive of the discord, witnessed the course and denouement of the bloody conflict. They attributed to her in secret one of the noblest surnames of France.
The magic one with the scarlet doublet sustains the dying man in his arms and listens his final words, enunciated with the weak and anxious voice of an infant. He lends the assistance of a defamed science.
The guilty woman gathers in the palace of exquisite architecture. Its authors and builders had been inspired by fauna. She babbles in fear as she considers the news of a plague that cruelly assaults beautiful women and is born in the ports of Levante.
The lady succumbs in the hall with the porphyry floors, beside her white greyhound. She has glimpsed in the penumbra of the lodgings the mortal figure of Empusa, a larva with envious eyes and the head of an ass, rejected by Mephistopheles.
El cielo de esmalte (1929)
{ José Antonio Ramos Sucre, Obra completa, Caracas: Biblioteca Ayacucho, 1989 }
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