Animal comes to play.

Neith Lady Dalyz

Seek and you shall find

A wind that carries me away,
On a dance that I love, but can’t let myself go.

This tango isn’t meant to be, it breaks my heart, endlessly.



I grab onto my legs,
I can feel it, I’m losing control.

But I won’t.

I understand the beast, see it and hear it too, while it tries to shake my fundamentals.

But never my soul.

When it comes, beautiful, sensual beast of deception,
I’m tempted to play.

But I won’t risk my life no more.

The beast won’t win today.

I am here to stay.

My scars will do the talking.
Ph: Juany Sanchez Lino

Super + Power = SupermePower (Mom’s secret recipe)

Me: Cooking isn’t my passion, but I’m an expert at Mixing! On the other hand, cooking is my mom’s area of expertise, so please, come closer and read, cause I have a new recipe that I would like to teach: my Mom’s Secret Recipe for Power!
Lady Dalyz Nonna&Ma

Ma: Do you recognize that feeling called Happiness?

We add it with some Passion, because any good Work, can’t be done without it, obviously…

Tastes like Sugar, wanna try?

Good, right?

Me: How much happiness is enough?

And passion?

Ma: You’ll feel it.
Now let’s mix it: Up, Straight, Round and Down, and continue until you feel dizzy, sorry, I meant: the Emotions Look Mixed!
Narrator: Confused?

You should be, because the taste, ehm ehm, FEELING was the right word, sorry…


Me: How much happiness is enough?
And passion?

And mixing?

Ma: Just think, feel, add and taste!

It still needs some Love!

Me: I hate cooking!

Ma: It’s really cheap and convenient recipe, I’m sure you can do it, and it’s healthy too!

Narrator: For the Prize of a Little bit of your Attention, Time, and Patience I’ll give to you:



Me: it tastes delicious ma, great work!

Side Effects may include: Growing Up; Feeling Amazing; Learning New Things and Taking Responsibility for your Actions.

P.s. It tastes even better if you let it Rest for a while before you Eat it!


Narrator: You can leave, get offended, and she too could, but you’re both fighters, so stay until you can find a way that works for all of you.

Me: Ma, it worked!

Ma: (…)Yes, talk to you Soon SweetHeart, okay? Love you!

Me: Love you more Ma, thank you.


Getting to know one another, no more Fear.
  You discovered fire. I Ice. And Ice always win.
That’s what we want and need.
   Reality, a better one.
Lady Dalyz Animus Anima

Animus & Anima – ph. Martina Bertola

Animus e anima

ph. Martina Bertola

Discovering that when I’m feeling overwhelmed an ice cube can bring me back to this reality.
Something small, not painful and effective.
Let’s help each other out, it’s cold outside.
Don’t Feel Cold for No Reason.
A hug, a smile, an animal that looks at you with his curious eyes.

I love it.

P.s. Just saying…good tip for the psychotic days and for the people that don’t know what to do for the people they love.

Help us go back, leave the fire that we have inside, and give us the cold, loving way of bringing us back into this world.

Watch me outgrow you.

Lady Dalyz – ph. Martina Bertola

Ego, big, unstoppable.
Anger, sadness and painful.

It was you, it was me, it was…

No hate, no judgment.
Understanding and open doors, so that the wind can flow through.

Waves of tears to submerge the tip of the iceberg.
Until it breaks.

     New water flows into rivers of joy.
I’ll see you pass by, and I’ll be glad.

I’m still growing.
I’m still better

lady boy

Ladyboy – ph. Martina Bertola

I’m still myself.
I’m still here, evolving.

And you…

Mayday…or May Die?

That’s up to you…
Eitherways I’ll see your corpse passing by.

Labels & Stigma

I always hated labels…there were just too many, it was always confusing for me.

I always think outside the box, so how could I place myself in a box now: Woman; Black; Latin, Honduran; Italian; Gucci; Coca-cola, Puber…

I learned pretty quickly that people would judge me based on whatever label I had, by nature, force or by choice. They changed so quickly and often, it was exhausting!
Some stay with you forever, but that meant peace for me: I’ll know myself.
There were certain labels that I was supposed to have in order to fit in, but for me, it had the opposite effect: I felt more left out.
Branded clothes made me fit in with a certain group of people; another group would judge me as a shallow girl because of it.

When I was psychotic for the first time I heard voices… I’ll never forget the time that I was doing laundry:
Picked up a pair of jeans to throw them in, read the label that said something like ‘Sexy Jessica’…
“so, you want to be Sexy ha? You dress like a prostitute…have you no shame? Why would you put th

at on yourself? And you’re not Jessica, you’re a fake”…

The voices tortured me till the point where I was embarrassed, panicking and pulling my hair out on the bathroom floor.

Self-doubt was and still is my hell.

Since then, whenever I buy clothes and stuff I try to buy it without labels: no brands, just colors.

That’s Me. A person, with feelings, not a label.

When I got diagnosed with bipolar disorder 1 I was really mad and fed up!
I knew what came with those types of labels, and I was already struggling with my own life: people n

ot wanting to sit next to me, or changing road if I was walking behind because I’m Black;

Not being ‘strong enough’ or ‘too emotional’ because I was a woman;
Born in Honduras, raised in Italy, now because of a paper was I Italian? How would I introduce myself?
Man, does anyone think about these things like I do? Is there something wrong with me?

I was always worried about other people’s perspective of me and I truly suffered because of it.
I didn’t know who I was. Can you imagine? One day you’re THIS, tomorrow WHAT?

I took me 3 years to fully accept my diagnosis.
It took me 28 years to understand that that is just one of the many words that triggers something in people based purely on poor knowledge, fear, and ignorance.
I took another diagnosis (OCPD) for me to realize that that’s just a word and that I decide the value and effect that it has on me.

“Mental disorder” is a scary combination of words:
It’s associated with the psychopaths and murderers on movies;
The word “crazy” to define something that people don’t understand;
And sure, something is out of order in my brain, but who is “normal”?

The most brilliant people in the world were all called crazy before people could understand what they meant, look at Einstein, Plato, or Van Gogh, and many more.
Different people, same story.

The problem isn’t the word, that’s solvable by looking at the definition and actively learning about it.
Ask people, ask.

The problem is feeling misunderstood, judge and left out because of something that you have no control over.

That is crazy to me.

Please, think about that when you teach the next generations how to be humans.

And please, can we talk about this? It has to end.


Until you can survive the pain and suffering.

We need us.


Mother Earth.



Peace After the Storm.

Pffew, That was Intense!

Are you ready?

It’s pretty scary…

But if we Feel with our Hearts;

Look with your Eyes;

And Take Time to Heal…

Wear Your  Well Deserved Crown.

Now I can Sleep Again.

Thank You All and See You Soon!

P.s. Video coming soon.

My definition of Love.

My definition of Love.

I had to make up my own definition of Love because I don't agree with the ones that I found, so I was unsatisfied.

I love logic, I live for it! To think....and understand, and if something doesn't make sense, I just change it and create my own Vision.

That's a skill that I learned through my life while being hypomanic, then manic and psychotic:

I hate my reality = I want a better one = how do I achieve that?...

At any Cost.

I've learned that in order to achieve something better, you have to lose everything.

I was so driven, so committed.

I started to do anything that would make me happy: taking pictures, singing, writing, painting, discovering new places and people, having sex, working.

Even if I have to go and (think) out of (the box) my head, out of this world, but at last! I achieved it.


Do you want to know what I've found?

A way to stay and fight for what I believe in.

A way to stay true to myself.

A way to achieve it all, without losing everything and most of all myself.

Our problems? The way we see and think.

Our problems? The way we see and think.

Experience is all I have.
I've been living in this world for enough time to understand that some things have to change.
Is that enough?
What am I good at, and what can I do with what I have to make a difference?
What more can I do to better myself?
I love to: learn, challenge myself, experience new things, and create things from nothing...
Is that enough?
Then you're overqualified and that's an issue too...?
How does this world...Work, and why?
Broken hearts.
Lost paths.
How low do we want to go before we force ourselves to see whats really going on here?
How much more do we have to break people's Soul before we understand that without us, there is no world?
Isn't it enough?
For every solution there is a problem.
For every problem there is a solution.
Be a fighter with brains, choose your battles and believe in your cause.
Get busy creating your own happiness.
That will help, empower and change the world.
Because we all want the same thing.

The Choice

The Choice.

A: (...) So she asked me why.
B: Why what?
A: Why would I fight for it, knowing that it wasn't going to end well.
B: And?
A: It was my choice...what matters is that I was aware of the truth. I did it and put my all into it.
B: ...and now what?
A: Now I'll wait...
B: For what?
A: To fall in love again.
B: ...Ah...
A: ...Yep...tea?
B: You'll lose it all...
A: I know. Tea?
B: What will you do?
A: Don't know, tea?
B: Don't worry, we'll figure it out. Just so you know, I'm so proud of you...yes,please!
A: Thank you, I love you too.