You that feed my ingratitude, please don't rest on your way, you that turn water into wine, wait for God's mercy in your afterlife, you live in a nightmare, building tombs for gods, and for you, the stones that you seal there-are-too heavy for you. No one may read your name, no, no, I stand there for long days, enjoying your work, not for you. Worshipping gods there and forgetting you-I-have, nothing to offer you but prayers, for all those who did! ! You – You – You, Give me your bread, Give me all I need, I leave you to your old humility