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I. The Architecture of a Look
We stand at the edge of a word not yet spoken. You are not a woman; you are a climate of jasmine invading the cold rooms of my memory. When I look at you, I see the history of the sea condensed into a single drop of honey. I do not ask: "Who are you?" I ask: "Which part of my soul have you been guarding while I was busy wandering the corridors of exile?"

II. The Suitcase of Belonging
I used to carry my country in a suitcase, a heavy collection of stones and broken flutes. But when you touched my hand, the suitcase opened, and birds flew out—thousands of them— returning to trees that haven't been planted yet. I realized then: Love is the only land that does not require a passport. Your waist is my equator. Your shadow is the only shade where I can lay down the burden of my name.

III. The Paradox of Proximity
How can you be so far when you are under my skin? How can you be so near when you are a star fleeing from the telescopes of my desire? We are like two parallel lines that met by mistake and decided to become a circle. I love you with a "No" that means "Yes," and a "Stay" that sounds like "Fly." For in your presence, the language of the masters breaks, and the language of the lovers begins— a language made of salt, light, and the scent of rain on a sun-drenched sidewalk.

IV. The Eternity of a Cup
Let us drink our coffee slowly, as if we are immortal. Let the world outside burn its bridges and count its coins. We have the luxury of this silence. I watch the way you stir the sugar— a small galaxy spinning in a white ceramic sky. If the end comes tomorrow, it will find us right here, caught in the middle of a glance, proving that a single moment of deep love is a kingdom that no army can ever occupy.

V. The Return to the Source
When I am old and the poems have all been written, I will look for you in the alphabet of the wind. I will tell the children: "I once knew a person who was an entire city." And they will ask: "Did she love you back?" And I will answer: "It does not matter. To love her was to finally arrive at my own front door."