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

bunch of emotions organized in words

what's sealed there, it's felt here deeply