Swamp of Soapby Cyril ROLANDO
ABOUT THE ART
Each bubble is a return to my childhood,
then pops suddenly even if I try to protect.
It swallows the light in a glass caspule,
and keeps the blow of the time, a time.
Songs, laughs, games and the innocence,
In a frail baggage with an uncertain future.
Each bubble carries life in its rainbow heart,
then pops to free the essence of the past.