Si me encojo de hombros...

Si me encojo de hombros podría parecer que no entiendo lo que está pasando, o también podría parecer que no me quiero involucrar en lo que está ocurriendo, o también (lo más probable en mi caso), podría parecer que me duele y molesta mi hombro, y por eso me encojo y mi postura no es la ideal.

Si no entiendo lo que pasa es debido, seguramente, a que mi intelecto no llega a comprender lo que tengo alrededor, o a lo mejor que no quiero entenderlo. Y por eso no me quiero involucrar, a veces prefiero observar y luego callar. La última opción es la de mi hombro, que me molesta y me duele, lo cual es un fastidio. Sin duda (y con ella) me quedo con la 1ª opción. Es la que me da más juego filosófico y mental. Los límites nos los imponemos nosotros mismos, amén de los límites físicos no obviables, ¡claro!

Love is a laserquest

Do you still feel younger than you thought you would by now? Or darling have you started feeling old yet? Don't worry, im sure that you're still breaking hearts, with the efficiency that only youth can harness. And do you still think love is a laserquest? Or do you take it all more seriously? I've tried to ask you this, in some daydreams that i've had. But you're always busy, being make believe. And do you look into the mirror, to remind yourself, you're there? Or has somebodies goodnight kisses got that covered? When i'm not being honest, i'll pretend that you were just some lover. Now i can't think of there, without thinking of you I doubt that comes as a surprise. And i can't think of anything to dream about I can't find anywhere to hide. And when i'm hanging on, by the rings around my eyes. And i convince myself i need another. For a minute it gets easier to pretend that you were just some lover. When i'm pipe and slippers and rocking chair. Singing dreadful songs about summer. Will i've found a better method of pretending you were just some lover? Will I've found a better method of pretending you were just some lover?