Saeta is a ritual of noize, of Christian-pagan iconography and SM practices. We have found a witch file in the last shelf of the library. This alchemy of elements of a history written with lowercase letters and violence inscribed on bodies has given us the ability and drive to make out of our anger, critical thinking; to reborn from the pleasure and pain we owe only to ourselves. Our addictions are acts without faith. Saeta is a song of deep throat, from the prosthetic broom that makes us fly away and step on earth. We dance to the rhythm of noize of those deaths by excess of light and wisdom. We wish that our self-flagellation and our blood to be an act of resistance of the body that thinks. An art that goes from devotion to transformation.