Moon Valley

Again will start with Neruda’s poem: Oda a la sal.

Esta sal
del salero
yo la vi en los salares,
sé que
no van a creerme,
pero canta,
canta la sal, la piel
de los salares,
con una boca ahogada
por la tierra.
Me estremecí en aquellas
cuando escuché
la voz
de la sal
en el desierto.

Actually, the Moon Valley, nearby San Pedro de Atacama, is full of salt mountains, hidden by a layer of thick dust, which makes it look like rocks.
As Neruda says, the salt sings: the salt mountains make some sounds from time to time, which makes you think that something is crashing inside of the mountain…

Salt shines like snow, but I must admit that it was quite hot in there… lots of suncream needed to not get burned.


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