The Bubble Man 🎈

“Who has not blowing bubbles in his childhood, has not known the joy of seeing a dream rise and disappear into the air.”
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Yesterday, while walking through the Plaza Puerta del Sol in Vigo, I came across a scene that completely caught me and took me back to my childhood. A boy, with a contraption that I believe he invented himself, was with a patience and dexterity like that of a magician throwing huge soap bubbles into the air. It looked like a fantastic scene, the bubbles were huge but at the same time strong because they lasted quite a long time suspended in the air and even rose to great heights, they floated like small worlds suspended in space.

I took out my cell phone and without thinking I began to capture the magic before it disappeared. The bubbles reflected the light as if they were trapping the sky inside them, it was very windy so they were moving so fast that I almost didn't have time to take a picture of them. Children were running around, laughing, jumping, and trying to catch them to pop them.

! [Spanish Text] Ayer, mientras caminaba por la Plaza Puerta del Sol en Vigo, me encontré con una escena que me atrapó por completo y me traslado a mi infancia. Un chico, con un artilugio que creo inventado por el mismo, estaba con una paciencia y una destreza como la de un mago lanzando al aire enormes burbujas de jabón. Parecía una escena fantástica, las burbujas eran enormes pero a la vez fuertes porque duraban bastante tiempo suspendidas en el aire y hasta se elevaban a gran altura, flotaban como pequeños mundos suspendidos en el espacio.

Saqué mi celular y sin pensarlo y comencé a capturar la magia antes que desapareciera. Las burbujas reflejaban la luz como si atraparan el cielo dentro de ellas, hacía mucho aire por lo que se movían tan rápido que casi no me daba tiempo de retratarlas. Los niños corrían alrededor, riendo, saltando, he intentando atraparlas para explotarlas.

De repente me vi envuelta entre tantas burbujas en medio de la plaza, no solo como espectadora, sino como parte de ese instante. Sin darme cuenta, ya no era solo la persona detrás de la cámara; era una más entre los niños, con la risa fácil, con las manos listas para tocar lo intangible. Me trasladé a mi infancia, y es que quien de niño no jugó haciendo burbujas? Era una de las manera más económicas de disfrutar, solo tenías que comprar jabón o robarle a mamá el que usaba para lavar los platos, y tú mismo con cualquier cosa que tenías en casa hacías el aparato para hacer las burbujas, lo más importante era correr tras una de ellas antes de que desapareciera, recuerdo que era una competencia con mis hermanos. Después de unos instante volví a la realidad y me dió un poco de vergüenza con los padres que estaban en el lugar, así que seguí tomando mis fotos! 😄

A veces, la vida nos regala pequeños momentos, donde sentimos que el tiempo retrocede y nos permite volver a ser niños, aunque sea solo por unos pequeños instantes. No les ha pasado algo similar?

Suddenly I found myself surrounded by so many bubbles in the middle of the square, not only as a spectator, but as part of that instant. Without realizing it, I was no longer just the person behind the camera; I was one more among the children, with an easy laugh, with my hands ready to touch the intangible. I was transported to my childhood.

Who as a child did not play making bubbles? It was one of the cheapest ways to enjoy, you only had to buy soap or steal from mom the one she used to wash the dishes, and you yourself with whatever you had at home you made the device to make the bubbles, the most important thing was to run after one of them before it disappeared, I remember it was a competition with my brothers. After a few moments I came back to reality and I was a little embarrassed with the parents who were there, so I kept taking my pictures! 😄

Sometimes, life gives us little moments, where we feel that time goes back and allows us to be children again, even if it's only for a few moments. Hasn't something similar happened to you? What do you think?