* “And you knew the hand of the devil. And you kept us awake with wolves’ teeth sharing different heartbeats in one night” (Heartbeats by The Knife)
* We’re holding hands while we walk gritty streets filled with homeless beggars, junkies and dealers. On the middle of a block, we found the same spot where used to be a club of pain and pleasure, carefully decorated with lust and colors. But now is nothing more than a badly drawn cartoon of what it was. We don’t stay with the past for long. Together we continue our walk. Because we only care about the future… and its beautiful downtime.