We went where the river that bathes Santiago is born, at the feet of the Maipo Volcano, where rocks and mines, condors and andinists, muleteers and last ices claim their space.
We went up the valley of the brown river
that carries the last waters of summer to the arid city.
We drove, probably,
along the same road that connected the Andean cultures with the other side of the Range.
There, where now is a border,
where we could hardly go any further,
on a slope of stones charge with green,
we got out to offer, or rather to give back,
the copper extracted in a new mineral form./

/La [Re]constitución de los Andes. Museu dos Biscainhos, Braga, 2022./