Duele

These guys are driving me crazy. It’s been months now and they’re still here, torturing the neighbourhood. Though the foundations are no longer shaking, they’ve replaced the earshattering noise of drills and what-have-you with the worst noise pollution there is: the radio. Every morning at eight on the dot the boombox comes on and, for the ten hours that follow, the whole vicinity is stuck with the same hits being played over and over and over again. They’re all about pain, duele, and the builders wail along with gusto: ‘Amor es una tortura’, ‘amor me duele tanto’, ‘que duele-e-e’…. While I don’t necessarily disagree with the sentiment, I don’t need to be reminded of it on a daily and constant basis. Bloody hell! I wish they’d hurry up and finish the job. And they wonder why people are always happy to see the backs of them…