It has been freaking awesome, Friday I decided to put my act together and do something fulfilling besides drinking, which is fulfilling by itself, but I needed something more. I discovered that it was the opening of the Portobello Film Festival, (the Summer Independent Film Festival of London), I got on to the Underground and 30 min later I was at the Westbourne Park Station. I walked in the opposite direction of the place, of course... I am in London and after asking two times for directions, once in a pizzeria haha where the guy took me all the way to the kitchen, to see the map in the wall, I got there. The area is beautiful, with the river, boats and little bars and bistros, by the way is emo land and I was, where the hell I left my emo glasses?, damn it!!!

The organizers for the day where a group called the anarchofeminist, do I need to say more? Who welcomed me with opened arms, we talked a little bit before the movie and one of them was touching already my knee while we talked.

The only thing I can say about the movie is that it has been having me thinking about it for the whole weekend, I left the place floating, thinking that life is worth living, thank you emos, I really needed. BTW is called Made in Secret, by a group called the East Van Porn Collective, google them, I know what I am telling you.


Today, from the train I could see that something was happening on the street some kind of parade. I got off at the London Bridge, as soon as got off I saw the Mexican flag in all its splendor, my heart jumped and then I realized it was a Latino Festival, the Puerto Ricans were behind with their reggaeton, not even in England I can escape from it. The “Mexican” group had a Chinese dragon converted in Quetzalcoatl, gosh!!! I ran after them, but I was a little shy to ask them where they were from, I almost left the parade, but the Brazilian Samba was coming, myself with a bunch of sleazy guys were following them, finally I caught up with the “Mexicans” and a girl offered me wine, of course I said, public drinking rocks! I asked her where are you from? She said: Colombia. I was shocked. How come you are representing Mexico?, she answered: -Because Colombians are better fun than Mexicans. Then I found out that not a single person in the Mexican group was from Mexico…I felt deeply offended, don’t know why, it could be that my symbols carried by somebody else, I felt lonely.

After my close encounter with “la latinidad” I went to the Tate Britain. Victorian Art is the best!!! The Best!!! Charged with moral, religiosity and pain, the colors, the shapes, the faces, the eyes, and best of all the darkness, the lack of light is what makes it.

I was there just hallucinating, between the emphasized nudity and the colors until I looked a darker room, I went directly to it, and there…there I had an spontaneous orgasm, thank you I needed it. William Blake’s drawings, Ohh My God!!! Remember the movie Red Dragon? Where the character with the same name ate the William Blake’s drawing, I was about to do it, I was this close…I almost kiss the person next to me…eehh maybe not.

William Blake was a tormented soul, just like…never mind, good and evil, the recurrent theme, death, chaos, and solitude. Life in summary. So I can say this weekend has been inspiring I have resolved to do 4 things for the rest of my life.

1) Writing, it is the only thing that keeps me, lets say... “functional”
2) Getting high on art, beauty or whatever
3) Making love
4) Watching good cinema

The order does not matter and of course is valid to do two or more activities simultaneously.

I had a weird dream where JF, Q, Marilyn Manson and myself were hanging out at Q's place, eehhh not bad, not bad at all.