Portugal, where times ticks slower.

A Photobook of the eternal ephemeral life…

What is time but a fraction of eternity?

What is a nation but the gathering of ancient wanderers?

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This is not a theatrical representation of a people, nor a work of travel, nostalgia, or heritage.

It is pace — the effortless movement of a nation through time. A place where time does not stop, but simply refuses to rush.

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Set in a land where moments breathe longer, where the ephemeral gently pushes tomorrow into the next scene.

These images were not hunted; they were found — without purpose beyond stillness.

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What follows is not to be explained, but witnessed.

Let the images move through you slowly, as time does here.

Miguel Lev