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He crossed the room slowly, took her hands. “Jane Costa,” he said, as if tasting the syllables. “I think I fell in love with you the moment you said ‘silence inside the noise.’”

They met for coffee, then for walks through Ibirapuera Park, then for long dinners where conversation tumbled from concrete poetry to the texture of rice paper to the sadness of certain shades of blue. Jane found herself laughing more than she had in years. Gang had a way of finding the extraordinary in the mundane—a crack in the pavement became a meditation on impermanence; a stray cat sleeping in the sun was a lesson in dignity. jane costa liu gang

Gang left on a Tuesday morning. Jane stood at the airport window, watching his plane lift into a gray-blue sky. Her phone buzzed: a single line of text from him. He crossed the room slowly, took her hands

She didn’t know how the story would end. But for the first time in a long time, she was in love with the not-knowing. Jane found herself laughing more than she had in years

He turned then, and smiled. “I’m Liu Gang. I’m here for three months. I was told you’re the person to talk to about Brazilian visual poetry.”