Looking for the white tree

This morning I wrote about a white tree I saw from the train, on my way to work. Tonight, I looked for a tree covered with snow on the Getty Images database. I couldn't find any that matched the emotion I felt this morning. And I will never do, even though the emotion is vivid inside my head.

White landscape as seen from the train to the office

A white tree, covered with snow.

Nature masters the hardest skill: to create beauty through utmost simplicity.

Reincarnation

Torjman told me today that I must sleep very few hours, according to the late hours of my posts. I said it's true, yes, I go to bed late because I love the night too much to sacrify it. And basically, this simple fact defines most of the story of my life during the week: I'm usually sleepy, tired, slow and lazy. But I don't care: I just love my nights too much.

Anyway, we watched this movie today, Birth, the spanish title being "Reincarnation" (hence the title of this post, I guess) The movie is very so so, but thanks to our unability to decide for a movie we ended up at room number 7 of the Icaria theatre to watch it, from now on the room of the bad movies.

After the movie, we headed off to Gracia and had a good deal of fried fish. It was cold, but thanks to -e I was able to find a car spot near the restaurant (I mean -e wanted me to park like 2 kilometers away from the restaurant, but Torjman showed for once a strong will and said "no way we are parking here"... and so we parked next to the fried fish place... well done, Torjman)

And so that was it. A simple weekend ending at the cinema like so many other weekends. I am writing and smoking, it's late, and tomorrow I'll be tired and lazy. Tomorrow I'll be wanting to stay warm and cozy in bed for ten more minutes, but the alarm clock and my conscience won't care. Bitches, real bitches. Reincarnation might be the only wise choice, but meanwhile I'll stay up late. Thinking of you, my love. Do you know who you are?

I'm listening to that, right now

[Norah Jones]
Here we go again
He's back in town again
I'll take him back again
One more time

[Ray Charles]
Here we go again
The phone will ring again
I'll be her fool again, I will
One more time

[Norah Jones]
I've been there before
And I will try it again
Any fool, any fool knows
That there's no, no way to win
Here we go again
She'll break my heart again, yeah
I'll play the part again
One more time
(Hi, Mr. President)
I've been there before, you know what?
I will try it again

[Norah Jones]
But any fool, any fool knows
That there's no, no way to win

[Together]
Here we go again
She'll break my heart again, yeah
I'll play the part again
One more time
I'll take her back again
One more time

[Ray Charles]
I will

i wish i had

... 20 cigarettes to spare. Since I just have one, I doubt I can write much. And it's a pity, because I think I would be inspired.

Inspiration, that bitch. Inspiration, inspiration can't take you here with me, even if I imagine you and I touch my skin, it's not you.

and life goes on like that, and you'd better not ask cause you run the risk of thinking too many conclusions, and ending up alone at night with no tobacco to inspire.