"Tell me", Lola y Manuel, Flamenco, translation to English
"" Tell me …
If you «lied» ever
and tell me when you did feel ashamed of being a liar.
Tell me, tell me …
Have you ever «hated»
whom you made believe real love, tell me ….
If you feel in your heart,
the pain of your brothers, tell me, tell me ….
Have you ever «cut» a flower
without your hands trembling, tell me …
Do you really believe in God
as you believe in fire when it burns you, tell me, tell me ….
is it your dream heaven
or is it the truth on earth, tell me …
To every thing, say yes or not, and then I will know
if you are my dream, tell me, tell me, tell me ….
to everything say yes or not, and then I will know
what is your creed.
Tell me … ""
Boomer horror stories: give my mother my beloved galaxy phone, a couple generations old only. Perfect condition. Get a galaxy z flip 6 for free through my ISP for myself. My mother first week says the phone I gave her is good. Proceeds to destroy charging connector, so cable no longer completely enters. Says I gave her a shit phone "it doesn't work ". I try to remain calm, logically explaining she destroyed the phone partly, it still charges, but cable don't enter completely. She double down, the phone is crap, she had enough of crap phones. Start to explain again, she claims I am agitated and need to take a benzodiapine pill
Listening to meddle, pink floyd. 12 at night here. Probably going to stay up the night, go for a breakfast at 6:30 AM a swim at 8 AM and just relax until midday and go to bed. Since I slept 16 hours last night, going to bed is impossible. Sounds like a nice plan