Translation for Esteban Garden snippet, WHEN ONE CAN ONLY PLANT A THOUGHT
Man, I’m depressed. I need a good cry. I’ll hide out in my garden where the flowers will let me sob.
Crap; can’t get up, my knees are locked and hips hurt like hell! Damn ground is too hard.
Dear God in Heaven, what else is going to happen? Can’t even pray right now, because I don’t know what to say…
OK, OK, I’m through with my pity party…yes, I can hear YOU.
Now, if I can just get up without twisting my ankle…
(Doesn’t quite have the same ring to it, does it???? – aj J 2011 )