I find the roar of the ocean surf would certainly keep me awake with its incessant noise and and crashing. The ends of the waves rushing up on the sand and then retreating quickly. Our no consolation either. Guaranteed insomnia.
First Edition Translation of Teselas by Carmen Crespo X111 César Simón Poetry Prixe 2016 Translated from Spanish by Robin Ouzman Hislop and Amparo Arrospíde
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