the salt


❝ [ the salt moans… —

that crystal of the sea
sprinkles a vital light
out of the foam…
that… dust of the sea, in you
the tongue receives a kiss
from the ocean of the night:
taste imparts to every seasoned
dish your ocean essence;
the smallest,
miniature
wave from the salt-cellar
reveals to us
more than domestic whiteness;
in it, we taste infinitude…. ❞
[fragment] Pablo Neruda

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