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Where light becomes the main character.
Fleeting expressions and brief encounters.
Lines, shapes, and the city as a stage.
A second reality hidden inside the city.
Portugal's landmarks as they stand — light, stone, and time.
When the city slows down and the light changes.
Instants that last less than a second.
I walked beside him on the other side of the street, waiting for the light to decide.
Read Story“Most moments disappear.
Some remain because the light
decided to tell their story.”
I walk.
I observe.
I wait for the light.
Most moments pass unnoticed.
Sometimes light reveals a story.
Those are the moments I try to keep.
