Buenos Aires, Iceland and Mallorca, Greece, California and Rome, Borges creates his personal geography from prose, verses, dreams and photographs; he maps a journey in which time is both finite and infinite. And he proves once again that art is not merely a representation of reality, but an inseparable part of it.

“During our pleasant stay on Earth, Maria Kodama and I tasted many places, making many trips from which many texts and rich photographic material emerged... Here, then, is the book. It is not a series of texts illustrated by photographs or a series of photographs explained by captions. Each title covers a section consisting of images and words.

The discovery of the unknown is not the specialty of Sinbad, Red Eric or Copernicus alone. There is no person who has not made a discovery. It begins by discovering the bitter, the salty, the hollow, the smooth, the rough, the seven colors of the rainbow, and the twenty-some letters of the alphabet; then it continues with faces, maps, animals and stars; it ends in doubt or faith and in the almost absolute certainty of its ignorance.” H. L. Borges