One morning, we woke up... and we are fifty, sixty or more...

We realize that the years have passed, leaving fine scars, wrinkles at the corners of the eyes. The clock is ticking, inexorably, and we feel the need to check...

We think of the people who have passed through our lives, those who cared for us, those who left early, those who made us laugh, cry, dream...

We relive moments of happiness and loneliness, dreams we nurture and abandon. Each one carves his own path, some brighter, some more twisted.

Then we understand: life is made of phases, of cycles.

Each stage is unique, with flavor, aroma, faces and stories. So we collect memories: names, faces, loves, disappointments...

Because life, after all, is just that: A legacy of memories.