The salt of life, Cadiz
This salt in the saltcellar I once saw in the salt mines. I know you won’t believe me, but it sings, salt sings, the skin of the salt mines sings with a mouth smothered by the earth. Poem by Pablo Neruda. Original in Spanish here It is said that the people from Cadiz have a lot of salero, which in English it would be something … Continue reading The salt of life, Cadiz
