until time told me i rather lost myself in my mind the language of my Atlas too hard to read especially in the still of the night i sit so still still so alive we are we lay, lying among a graveyard of stars and i open up to a map full of madness black and white in a world full of color where these red sands of Salta make me think of Mars
i found this one barely breathing on a Tuesday afternoon buried beneath the sands of time . speaking of time, a couple light years away i'd find the book i lost again stained by the sands of Mars.
i almost lost my mind in Salta
then i found myself on Mars.
to note: This Atlas has no copyright, so I have been cautious with my beliefs in regards to map accuracy. If I shall lose this book once more, for public knowledge, the one who finds it must know that there is the risk of getting lost. Do not fear the maps. You may come across unknown paths. Keep going. Find yourself.