When was the last time you disappeared, from the life in a concrete jungle we call cities, from everyday conversation that have long become repetitive, and the rest of those regular scenes? When was the last time you really had enough time to sense any of these, the scent of the beach, the sunset hues, the morning dew under your bare feet, the orchestration of the nature? When was the last time you floated across the line, over those walls, and lost your sense of time? Why not, now?












