The father, my father hangs in the belfry,
the sight of seeing his blind son
led by a peasant woman
who is derided by other women
and abandoned by her husband
for not bearing him children,
was too much to bear.
The boy sees and knows everything.
The mother superior,
my mother stands by the open window
her hands are folded white,
the old bishop knew the truth
but didn’t tell, he loved God and feared man.
The boy sees
and knows everything
but he’s silent for the peasant woman thinks
that he’s her son.
Innocence is a virtue
only Saints possess,
one day the pope will bend down
and wash her feet.
The boy sees and knows everything.