Voy cerrando los ojos anhelando verte otra vez

I abandoned myself not only to a Buenos Aires of low houses immersed in small forests but also to its province and to a still river. A meditative jungle, to which it is possible, despite the chaos, to entrust yourself, with serenity, to the mornings, to the smell of jasmine and jacaranda, to the silence of the entrance halls.

A more imaginative than a documentary project. In Voy cerrando los ojos anhelando verte otra vez (I close my eyes longing to see you again) the imagination becomes the key to access the truth of a place.

What matters is the atmosphere, that immaterial blanket that envelops us and separates us from everything else as we observe. The atmosphere is the keystone of the universal reading of a given place, its intimate and profound sense.

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