The body, flesh, bones, such as scaffolding are the spearhead of the spirit: the glowing core that animates us since our bodies changing. We are organizations that will do whatever is in their genetic interest to modify, adapt, killing or killing. We are competing in the set of wires that form a fabric: mesh zip up at him from a creator or engaged by the perfect magic evaporated by a broth made from the event space and mystery. Scratch the surface of our terrible and wonderful adventure scratching, cutting into the mystery of life as to find below responses to colors and so provvisioretà and malaise. We are fantastic creatures, thick filaments of light and darkness. In such infinite sweetness that eventually kill us beyond our outposts and our melancholy as tides lap at the borders inexplicable.