Once upon a time there were fairytales, stories, fables and myths.
Among them we need harmony.
And a little rumor.
Makes us hail to the sun.
A little bubble-sense, for a lead…
Makes us travel.
Makes us dream. To change and like the change itself.
Like all the possibilities, makes us well.
Dancing in this bowl… Being light… Belonging to a holy tight
Being airy… Being light… Flitting away, just so easily…
Holy Bubbles, make us wings!
Wings to fly, dreams to follow, loves to send!
The new way to show them, it’s the popping,
That makes you rise of the pebbles
Just to say:
“I love Bubbles”
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