There is nothing to divide us
only the illusion of a distance
Dreams sail in dried up stream beds
where lives hide into houses corroded by silence
beyond asphalt hedges and crumbling walls
They crop up in the midst of fatal accidents
and they ask me how are you?
They are distant and well-known voices
I've known them forever and I don't know why
Desire burns in your oblique adjectives
anxious for love, hot with madness
It is not a distance that divides us
I live among billions of crosses
where do you live?
