big are the deserts
(but not everything is desert)

big are the distances and the beaches
big are the amounts of sand
big are the mornings that fit us in bed and make us enjoy life

I closed the door without you almost now
(big is everything that remains)
but not everything is desert

the space of time between our dawns
is sand
(it's a lot of sand)
but not everything is desert

I see you pack your bags and leave
(the great distance is approaching now)
the deserts, my love
the deserts and the sand of time

none of this
fits in our hands.