Tempus irreparabile fugit
This is the tiny round world as a fresco painted on an old house. Many silhouettes recall the time that irreparably flows. A narrator, sitting next to his dog, tells the people about the man's life, in all its phases: the birth of a child is celebrated joyfully in a procession, accompanying him on a stretcher with his mother. Then the procession escorts the newly weds. The procession then becomes a funeral procession, led by a fat friar, who accompanied him in the extreme farewell.