And the story went like this
The other day there was a show on the street
During the Craft Fair
From Granada
The guy was a circus acrobat
Or so it said,
Good,
At the beginning of the show
He was telling a story
"The theory of mandalas"
Which said:
A mandala is a floral or animal drawing.
Made by Buddhist monks
That they fill with colored sand
It may take an hour,
Two,
One day,
Or a month
As long as necessary
And when they finish it
They blow
And what was once a beautiful work
Now it's nothing anymore
That was the story,
I heard it and wrote it down
It symbolizes the ephemeral nature of life.
Well, that's it.
Burnt Oak Center
Look,
Life is ephemeral
We all know it
But these pieces are not
That's what I'm telling you
They last your whole life,
Your children's
And that of your grandchildren
I would dare to say
That last for centuries
And I'm not exaggerating
Account to see
How old are you
That grandmother's mortar
Yeah,
Life is ephemeral
The pieces do not
Almost like rocks,
It's here
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