May. 24th, 2011

damigella: (crying Wilson)
It's five am. The sky is getting light. I can't sleep. I can't write. Or think. I read some things people wrote on their journal, impressed that they're able to produce coherent sentences. Then I realize they're not sleep deprived. Yet. I can't even write comments on those entries, I'm too tired.

So I do what any sensible person would do, when there are no words in any dictionary to say how unhappy you are. I go in mourning.

Hope I'll be able to sleep now. 
damigella: (crying Wilson)
Lutto stretto: the mourning for close family members. You dress completely in black. For a long, long time.

I wrote a haiku inspired by the last episode. It contains only vulgarity and blasphemy. It is in Italian, but I've included a haiku translation. [ETA: and a rhyming, haiku, free translation.]
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