Did you make sandcastles in your childhood? Let’s remember. You dig a hole not far from the water, a deep hole, take a handful of wet sand “gruel,” and raise your hand. Drops slide out of your fingers, fall down on their brothers, settle in bizarre fluid forms, and your small miracle castle begins to grow right in front of your eyes. Turrets, walls, passages, loopholes, stairs…
Perhaps, the great architect, Antoni Gaudi, remembered sandcastles. When he grew up, he built his childish castle out of concrete; however, he did not succeed in finishing it.
Who ever would have thought to portray Christ like THIS?! We can only wonder if it is a revolutionary attitude of the Pope.
Sagrada Familia “flows down.” Figures of people, animals, birds, plants, fruits, snakes, helices—the whole world lives here. This is the most beautiful building I have ever seen in my life, and the most unusual.
I am standing nearby.
You have grown, my little childish sandcastle.
Now you will not be washed away by naughty waves.
You will not be destroyed by envy.
You will stand here hundreds of years after my death.
Bravo, Master! You paid a very high price for this miracle, but I hope you are not sorry where you are now.
They are beginning to cover Sagrada Familia with colorful ceramic tiles.
I am afraid the “sandy” look of the building will be harmed.