I struggle with books the contain more than one poem in second person addressed to the ex-lover. The ex-lover, I always feel, can't defend themselves, and yet they are being told what they did in a confrontational catalog in abentia.
Corazón has quite a lot of the pain of heartbreak, the hunger for love, the struggle to feel self-worth and the celebration in doing so. A very little of this kind of thing goes a very long way for me. But your mileage may vary, and I admire Salgado's tremendous spirit and her honesty.
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