a generation so fast that it can reach a flash. Sleepless like bats. strong as super men. Always looking for new emotions, discoveries and live life to the fullest of adrenaline. Sex, drugs and rock and roll? Perhaps only victims of ourselves persecuted by our paranoia. Desperately looking for a touch of grace, that we do hope to make us feel that we exist really, if only for a moment. In the vortex between stasis and movement, we seek the beauty only to destroy it, devour it in a fastfood. Superheroes posing as adoni, just the right moment to reveal our true natures. The reality is that we are all bitches, and proud of it