Sinful rain bathing this narrow square soaking my vein, infolding my stare  Yes, they are goading me... as if shame will survive me  An old woman's knees kissing the tiles spirits lie broken, salvation is ice  Little by little, darkness is spreading  I've lost all ny bearings, need some accomplice  My behaviour is cursed, I drown in this dirt days once composed on the alert  drowning in guilt, drowning in dirt... and still insight is far away  In the cathedral, peeling my fear, in the cathedral, dirt even here  athirst for comprehension, my soul can't stop it's depredation  ...as if shame will survive me