t

        in t cellar

        I once sa mines.

        I know

        you

        believe me

        but

        it sings

        salt sings, the skin

        of t mines

        sings

        hered

        by th.

        I shose

        solitudes

        when I heard

        the voice

        of

        t

        in t.

        Near Antofagasta

        trous

        pampa

        resounds:

        a

        broken

        voice,

        a mournful

        song.

        In its caves

        t moans, mountain

        of buried light,

        translut cathedral,

        crystal of the sea, oblivion

        of the waves.

        And table

        in the world,

        salt,

        powder

        sprinkling

        vital light

        upon

        our food.

        Preserver

        of t

        holds of ships,

        discoverer

        on

        the high seas,

        earliest

        sailor

        of ting

        byhe foam.

        Dust of the sea, in you

        tongue receives a kiss

        from o night:

        taste imparts to every seasoned

        dish your o essence;

        t,

        miniature

        cellar

        reveals to us

        more tiess;

        in it, aste finitude.
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