Today, it was a good day to live even to die, since I came here some of my personalities have died and some others have seen the light for the first time … what could be better in a moment like this than listen to the Requiem? I wore black head to toe, took my bag and traveled all the way to St. Martin in the Fields, getting there was nice and easy and the weather was absolutely gorgeous, this is definitely a good day to live even to die.

I got to the box office located in the crypt, I was really excited, all of the sudden a nice lady approached me to asked me if that was the line for the tickets, I said yes and we ended up having a conversation about Mozart, not that I know about it, she was the one telling me all the places she has listened this piece and she was looking forward to do it last night. She also congratulated me for being there and not outside where a huge latino concert was taking place, I was so excited about Mozart that I didn’t even noticed.

I bought the cheapest ticket and they told me that this ticket had no view, I thought I can deal with that. I went outside and confirm what the lady was saying, it was a huge concert and the band who closed was “El Gran Silencio” from Mexico. Damn it!!

I was sitting down in the stairs of St. Martin of the Fields when I started listening this super chilango accent, man!!! Mexicans. I couldn’t resist and I talked to them. One never knows how people are going to react, but in this case they welcomed me, and we were immediately friends. They came to the concert outside and they assumed I was going with them, they were a little bit surprised when I told them I was there to listen Mozart (I am such a nerd).

We exchanged telephone numbers and we decided to meet after our concerts.

I got in…St Martin in the Fields is not big, not big at all, so all of us were very close to each other, fortunately I found a great place close to the front and by the middle of the concert I could sat down in one of the stained glass windows and I could see everything. I was tripping tripping the music the chorus and the darkness, seriously it was out of this world. Candlelight and music, what else do I need? Thru the church windows it was possible to see the lights of the other concert…tripping tripping.

I came out floating, in love and inspired…ready to meet my new friends. I called them and they were waiting for me, so cute…it is so weird how people get together. We walked to SOHO to have a drink the others went home. We talked and laughed. I don’t feel alone anymore, since a long ago I don’t feel alone.


I took the last train home, it was crowed as it was rush hour, I love London!!! A man in a corner was all bitten up and bleeding his shirt was ripped off and he finished to rip it off, he was systematically putting the rags in the seats, man alcohol!!! Alcohol!!! Do I need to say more?

Came home about 1:30 am and my rommie was folding clothes.