[3 sorpanos, 3 Mezzosopranos]
The memory, to me, means a collection of moments frozen in time that together shape the present. Some memories evoke nostalgia, joy, or anger, and for me, it is important to revisit those places that were perceived as good, bad, happy, sad, or passionate because these frozen moments in time hold a very profound meaning in our lives.
This is what I felt when reading the poem titled Papalote by the author Briceida Cuevas Cob: a nostalgia for all those good and bad memories I have experienced. While reading her poem, I felt a connection because I have spent years trying to understand the meaning of our lives in relation to the concept of memory. I believe the poem conveys this idea very clearly by using the metaphor of the kite as a moment that can be witnessed and admired over time.
Giving meaning to a memory is entirely subjective.