(from a poem of Miguel Hernández)
Son of the movement
Brother of the sun
Dress of gold and tear of the peasants
You adorn foreheads
And bright like constellations
Those who keep resting
Will not know the salty light
That makes the earth blossom
and turns the bodies transparent
Golden dress of tasty crystals
fill the faces of the workers
caressing the exhausted limbs
the pores like fertile rain bursting
the sweat
Yes it does, Makera. It also feels very earthy, sensuous, primitive; honour the honest labours of man and woman; and "Love Your Body/Love YourSelf" ~ looking at glistening sweat from so many, loving perspectives. I like it very much. The natural glow of lovers could even be added. Very, very nice, Sandra
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~ Elizabeth

~ Elizabeth