Who we are?

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Bliss

arbol gringo

mi japan gringa girl

Cope

piedras

volando

tres es balance

tapitas

Adios

calamary and chips

blue pill

red pill

Lost

buscando Luz

Dioses

Panamá

volar

Panamá?

no es para tí

amor enano

tres hermanas

MUJERES

Fidelidad

Diosa

castillo de cristal

otra tapita por favor

Rabo de Mono – casi como Kale

Guacho tipico de Pollo en Panamá

viajando a lo desconocido en Panama

galletas de amor

Somos circulos todos

my favorite movie

Mi silla verde

to be continue

Louise Bourgeous Maman-Bilbao some years ago.

caminar en el parque como meditación

hug a tree

share food

so? yes or not?

bipolar powers

los puntos de Jajoy

culpa bipolar

Mexico lindo

la Bipo

Frido en la calle

Japanese Gardens

aprendiendo a Meditar

My angel Luna

My brain

There is a particular kind of pain, elation, loneliness, and terror involved in this kind of madness. When you’re high it’s tremendous. The ideas and feelings are fast and frequent like shooting stars, and you follow them until you find better and brighter ones. Shyness goes, the right words and gestures are suddenly there, the power to captivate others a felt certainty. There are interests found in uninteresting people. Sensuality is pervasive and the desire to seduce and be seduced irresistible. Feelings of ease, intensity, power, well-being, financial omnipotence, and euphoria pervade one’s marrow. But, somewhere, this changes. The fast ideas are far too fast, and there are far too many; overwhelming confusion replaces clarity. Memory goes. Humor and absorption on friends’ faces are replaced by fear and concern. Everything previously moving with the grain is now against— you are irritable, angry, frightened, uncontrollable, and enmeshed totally in the blackest caves of the mind. You never knew those caves were there. It will never end, for madness carves its own reality.

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Who we are?