The bridge of Nòstos is a way back in memory. Searching for spaces, evoking the images of memories. Trying to remember the beauty. get lost in the labyrinth of memory and what was beautiful. The changing beauty that is always different in memories. But the images mix and consume themselves to the bone of an ancestral aesthetic that are only harmonic canons and geometric rules. As it was for the Greeks, only everything that tends to the perfection of beauty can take us out of time and the feeling of memory to free us from affection and possession. And the nostalgia ends, in a time that is not millennial but infinite, this game repeats itself throughout life.