Ode to Salt
the salt
the high seas,
I know
believe me
sings
but
our food.
the nitrous
a
Pablo Neruda
holds of ships,
vital light
you wont
Dust of the sea, in you
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more than domestic whiteness;I shivered in those
from ocean night:
on
I once saw in the salt mines.
of the ancient
the tongue receives a kiss
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the voice
upon
we see your piquant
salt,
it sings
discoverer
earliest
voice,
of the salt mines
Near Antofagasta
reveals to us
of the waves.
broken
of t
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when I heard
Ode to Salt
byways of the foam.
in the world,
miniature
Preserver
resounds:
with a mouth smothered
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crystal of the sea, oblivion
dish your ocean essence;
This salt
in it, we taste finitude.
of buried light,
a mournful
salt sings, the skin
powder
by th99lib•nete earth.
song.
in the salt cellar
pampa
sprinkling
of
wave from the saltcellar
sailor
taste imparts to every seasoned
the salt moans, mountain
solitudes
in the desert.
In its caves