It was in Jureia, a natural sanctuary in Southern Brazil, in the early 1980s, that, for the first time, I stood before a marvel: a colossal, remote nature, with no trace of civilization permeating the view. At times I found myself within a specular universe, with a mesmerizing placidity. Twenty years later, I understood, or realized, that the sensations which flow through your senses when you are in these places, slowly colonize your imagination over the decades. The boundary between the imagined and the observed dissolves, and you are no longer able to tell whether the feeling of having already been there comes from a dream, the imagination or nature. “We are all rivers from the same water”, says Raúl Zurita.