The Generation Poem by Felipe Sainz Ballesteros

I see young men dancing to the rhythm of drums.
They blow their heads off to the smell of liqueur and cigarettes.
They laugh at each other as they run into the walls.
They are mindless and I can't wish nothing better for them.
They have the world at their feet.
They breath idealist thoughts and have no fear to whatever this world might throw at them.
You can see the passion in their eyes.
They truly love to be alive and they let everybody know this as they try to become one with the sound. For them the music never stops.