Cumbres Iberoamericanas
What crossed, what changed, what never translated
A tiled stairwell, blue-and-white azulejos on both walls, receding upward

The corridor is tiled, it climbs both shores at once, and it never quite ends — this site walks it one room at a time.

A room in the corridor

The Two Languages


A bookshop window display with spines in Spanish and Portuguese, reflections in the glass

How Spanish and Portuguese diverged, converged and keep surprising each other across five centuries.

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What Crossed


Things — plants, words, forms, recipes — that made the Atlantic crossing and came back changed.

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Market stall of dried chillies in multiple colours, loose and in bundles
Company at the table

Who sets the table

Organisations that read the same coastlines, argue the same etymologies, and taste the same dishes from different shores.

A room in the corridor

At the Table


An espresso and a small bread roll on a tiled café counter, surface worn

Food on both sides of the Atlantic — the same ingredients, very different tables.

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Sound


Music forms and where they actually came from — the guitar's many lives, fado, son, cumbia.

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A classical guitar and a cavaquinho laid side by side on a wooden surface
The territory

Where the corridor runs


LisbonSão PauloHavanaPortoBuenos AiresSalvadorSantiagoSevilleMexico CityCartagena
The cities this site keeps returning to, drawn from real geometry — never by eye.
A room in the corridor

Cities


Aerial view of a colonial-grid city street pattern, rooftops and a central plaza visible

Cities built on a grid, on a hill, around a square — how Lisbon, Madrid, Mexico City and São Paulo resemble and refuse each other.

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