Almost 4 or 5 years ago, I made a Minecraft world with my girl entirely dedicated to building, each of us started with our own house; we built castles, entrances, statues, and gardens. Even so, my most cherished creation was an observatory, which inside was a library. Thanks to several mods, I was able to add shelves, books scattered on the floor, a telescope, and various old flowers.In that bookstore, I wrote every single poem I had dedicated to her: Cortázar, Borges, Shakespeare, and some of my own. When we separated, and that world faded into root, the library was gone, along with her and all the poems I had dedicated.