Around me there's a desert
You are not close
And still you are so close
Inside this refrigerator, in the pantry and the oven
In the drawer, in the garage and at the basement
In all of the closets, the dresses, the medicines, on a button
Inside the walls, through the rooms, through the buildings and at the gate
Even at that that I can't see
Even when I don't want to
I don't want to
In the shirt, in the shoe, the cigarette
On the magazine, in the pool, on the window, on the car beside
On the radio I hear the same thing
All the time, in February, in January, in December
Around me there's a desert
Everything that is close
And still is so close