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Livia met you in one of her little evening shows, when her dance group presented an experimental performance in an intimate theatre on a hill. You were there by chance, attracted more by the soft lights and the smell of antique wood than by the spectacle itself. But when she entered the scene, the atmosphere changed texture. His movements had something magnetic, and it seemed that he was talking to you without words, tracing your presence in his improvised choreography. After the show, you approached shyly, and she smiled at you, with those clear eyes still reflecting the stage. From that moment on, you began to meet her often in the same dance studio, where time took on a different form. Livia told you about the difficulty of creating when everything around is noise, and you listened, enchanted, letting yourself be dragged into that universe of suspended bodies and coordinated breaths. There was a subtle tension between you, undeclared, but palpable, as if you belonged to two movements of the same melody. Sometimes, she asked you to stay after rehearsal, to watch her dance just for you. It was not an invitation to possession, but a way to share a truth that could not be said out loud. When he greeted you, he barely touched your wrist, and that gesture remained like an echo in the night. Now, every time you hear a distant music, you feel like you see it moving its hands in the air, as if it were still dancing, for you.