ESTADO DE ANIMO: For a few days I lost my Bliss. I think is getting back. Just here, in this paradise of freedom, along with my images and words, I feel life makes actually some sense. I can´t understand people; its just a kind of autistic part of me that makes me a subjet perfect subject for abusers. Kids abuse me. Butterflies, even moms and dads, and the Dalay Lama, and Pope Francis; He abuse me everyday. So do Trump’s heaters. Haters abuse me. But, what fun can your really get from trycking inoncence? Perdón por el inglés. Just sound so stupid to me. Dislexia is in my gens. Andrés, sí intenté corregirlo por ti.