Clouds are too high
for a bird with broken wings
it’s not getting anymore what rains mean.

When the occurrence hits the target
someone tells her not to be afraid
and the pitch-eyed woman
is groping in the dark.

Even the abyss
has a deck above
that you pass every time
with the sky on your shoulders like a rainbow.

You sit carved into the rock
as a high column
on which the ancestors climb.

The coldest season of your body
is calling you to light the fire
then you snuggle
in the soul’s house
until you don’t breathe anymore,
until I don’t breathe anymore.