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...And the pans will already be
Seeping the blue from the sea.
Let me be, salters
A tlittle grain from the salina!
How nice at dawn
To run the wagons,
Full of salty snow
Toward the white houses!
I quit being seaman, mother,
To become salter.

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Rafael Alberti, 1924
Translation by Katia Hueso


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