Acrobats who seek weightlessness promised by sighs, silhouettes with the desire to transform themselves into monsters in front of and behind the mirror, the charmer of notes and hearts whispers melodies into the ears of the intrepid: if you want to know your present, F.I.R.A. is the most appropriate, the elixir that cures is in an empty jar, but if it is offered to you, drink it! There are no beasts but there is sugar-covered bestiality and popcorn that explode all the time to make your heart leap.