The threads of the past are intertwined in a gray horizon on which tales intertwine, as if they are the remnants of Forgotten Dreams etched deep into the human consciousness. Collective memory speaks of the silence and scars of generations, those that tell us stories that do not go out, no matter how faded the words or overwhelmed by oblivion.

The threads of the past are intertwined in a gray horizon on which tales intertwine, as if they are the remnants of Forgotten Dreams etched deep into the human consciousness. Collective memory speaks of the silence and scars of generations, those that tell us stories that do not go out, no matter how faded the words or overwhelmed by oblivion.
It is the mirror that reflects man's struggles with himself and with the world around him; the memory of the earth that carries echoes of wars, smiles of joy, tears of absence. They are paintings painted on the walls of time, where fear intersects with hope, destruction with creation, in an endless eternal dance.

The "contours of memory" are not just a reflection of the past, but the first incubator of everything that unites us as human beings, leaning on symbols that transcend language and cultures. It is the common language of survival that unites our differences, like voices resounding in the void, always reminding us that we are part of a larger stream, the stream of humanity flowing through the ages.

Just as the colors are scattered on the canvas, creating a scene that carries with it the weight of history, so the collective memory pulsates deep inside us, alive and strong, shaping our present and reshaping the future at every moment.