Ao Meu Redor

Around me it's deserted
You're not around
And yet so close

Inside this fridge, inside the pantry and the stove
Inside the drawer, inside the garage and the basement

In all the closets, in the dresses, in the medicines, in a button
Inside the walls, through the rooms, through the buildings and at the gate

Even in what I can't see
Even when I don't want to
I don't want to

Inside the shirt, in the shoe, in the cigarette
In the magazine, in the pool, in the window, in the car next to
In the radio sound

I hear the same thing
All the time, in February, in January, in December

Around me it's deserted
Everything that's close
Still so close