To breathe in sepia and black in the midst of this greenery, you need an excuse, a story or to witness many. A fantasy that revives testimonies of abandoned and forgotten people who are discovered in their humid and exotic nature, showing us their bodies that eat the myths and sweat them, dry the pores of their existence between redemption and sin, betrayal and love, the fear of punishment and the longing to find the light... that is why we evoke the classics so we avoid false shamans and incomprehensible icaros; Alone as they came alongside a story, the same story that later made them break their spirit, so we refer them to the happy dance of the Shipibo world creating a dialogue between the classic and the exotic...the river and the shadow travel the same way.                                                                    This dialogue is with the deepest places, questioning our weaknesses and fears, a mirror of our true subconscious, because we need to follow the footprints of the river until we find the YACURUNA, see the SNAKE naked, taste the meat of the MAIDEN fish and also know how to read MAPACHO smoke, are escapes to continue breathing in times when perhaps only by dreaming do we resist this journey against reality. So after visiting new rivers, trying new flavors and trying to build a MALOCA where there is no jungle, it will always cause injuries; Sometimes the being that came from heaven can abandon you on the journey towards the eternal... then there again all that remains is to dream about your grandfather, who taught you how to survive among the murky waters and the endless stormy nights, who  teach you how to row on a RIVER WITHOUT WATER...I turn off my last MAPACHO.