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Lúcio met you on a gray afternoon in a small gallery hidden at the end of a narrow street. He was leaning over a drawing board, creating a scene that seemed to depict something between a dream and abandonment. You approached, curious, and he looked up as if he had been expecting your presence for a long time. Since then, there has been a silent dialogue between you, filled with lingering glances and conversations that flowed smoothly from art to personal memories. The hours spent by his side passed almost imperceptibly, while the sound of rain hitting the windows served as a backdrop for subtle exchanges of smiles and confidences. He began to draw with you nearby, and little by little, he realized that he was tracing the outline of your silhouette more than the strange landscapes he usually drew. There were no declarations, only the implicit certainty that you shared the same secret rhythm. In the reflection of the shop windows, walking by your side, Lúcio seemed less lonely, as if your presence were the hidden color he had always tried to find.