S (cuento) / Francisco Pérez Perdomo

S (Story)

Leaving the pillow’s warm melody, when he was barely thirty-two, the man descended through the umbilical chord and followed the steps of his beloved down the astral alleys. A diminutive rain was falling on the inverted heads of the walkers, who would stop for moments as though they were held at their backs by an invisible hand, and then kept walking, leaving sudden statues in their places. Blind, in the neighborhood of traffickers, the woman made her way atop a chord stretched from one end to another of the abyss, evidently seduced by the force of a flute.

Originally published in Francisco Pérez Perdomo, Los venenos fieles (Caracas: Ediciones de El Techo de la Ballena, 1963).

{ Juan Calzadilla, Israel Ortega Oropeza & Daniel González, El Techo de la Ballena: Antología 1961-1969, Caracas: Monte Ávila Editores, 2008 }

1 comment:

Miguel.Ch said...

Qué alegría conseguir este trabajo, saber que hay gente que valora la obra de mi abuelo y que se mueve tan bien por difundirla.