Memories have their own lives. They follow their own roads. Some wander too far, getting lost in memory’s labyrinth. As if they never existed. Some come and go, and there are some that reign over your memory gratifying, bittersweet, painful. They could be simple. They could be tied to a decisive moment in your life. You can’t forget them. They are present. The Path of the Poppy is an attempt to revive these memories, fleeting moments, people that deserve to be present to recover a past I have not lived. To give life to people or things that are no longer.