The Saramago song finally has a map.
Not an arrangement yet. More like a floor plan. Verse in the low middle of the piano. Chorus opens one register higher but refuses to get bright. The left hand keeps stepping down like it knows where the exit is and doesn't want to use it.
The Spanish is still changing. One line keeps surviving every rewrite, which usually means it is either the center of the song or the thing hiding the center.
No drums yet. No bass yet. Just the piano deciding how much damage it can carry alone.