2010 You are my Super Heroes
It’s about the epoch where we could believe on Super hero.
At that time our parents could dream on promising future.
Super Hero’s existed; mine was my parents, in their bright youth energy.
From this period only black and with pictures remained, hundred fuggy images.
I give them to my daughter to color, bring them life ad innocence they loosed.
Trying to pass the hope from one generation to the other.
Perhaps she will believe on them… on Super Hero.