She seemed to him so beautiful, so seductive, so different from common people that he did not understand why no one was as moved as he was by the castanet song of her heels on the cobblestones of the street, nor why hearts did not beat not the rush to the sighs of her ruffles, nor why no one went mad with love under the caress of her hair, the flight of her hands, the gold of her smile.
by Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez
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The narrator describes the profound beauty and allure of a woman, emphasizing how uniquely captivating she is compared to ordinary people. The protagonist feels a deep emotional response to her presence, particularly highlighted by the sound of her heels on the cobblestones, which seems to evoke a rich tapestry of feelings that others around him fail to perceive. This disparity in perception underscores his isolation in his infatuation.

The juxtaposition of his feelings against the indifference of those around him illustrates the depth of his love and admiration. He wonders why no one else shares his intense reactions to her features such as her hair and smile, reinforcing the idea that true love can often be a solitary experience. The richness of his emotions paints a vivid picture of an extraordinary connection that exists in contrast to the mundane world around him.

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