Seis

Among clouds, seeking for unpronounceable words.
I wanna make them my best garment,
protecting myself
avoiding this cold that hurts my painful h... , hands?

When every sigh makes me feel closer to the rope
which stifles any dream I could have ...
... four, six or one life ago.

What´s that smell? ... The shadows of the sun are
Printed, limp, on the floor.
The same floor where we sat
when the moon changed our skins
and wild were our souls.

Can you remember it?
I read it every second here,
cause it´s written in that lasting scar.