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Your letters are a wine Casida

To my great beloved Josefina

Your letters are a
came to me upset and are
the only food for my heart.


Since I am away I know only dream, like the sea
your body,
bitter as the sea. Your letters graze



stuck in a corner and fold and grass
give you my heart.

underground
Although my body is loving,
write me, dove,
so I can write. When I miss


blood with juice, carnation, and above

love my bones when paper.

Miguel Hernández

Paco Damas
Joan Manuel Serrat