brasilportugal I contemplate. I fall silent and simply contemplate, taking my time and letting myself be carried away on the wings of the wind. I am transported to another time, another moment. Where contemplation becomes union. There, where there is no time. We are one. Sweet imagination.
brasilportugal I contemplate. I fall silent and simply contemplate, taking my time and letting myself be carried away on the wings of the wind. I am transported to another time, another moment. Where contemplation becomes union. There, where there is no time. We are one. Sweet imagination.