If you saw me leaning on the wall I looked down, the water, you would have said: Toh, is thinking. But it wasn't true. That is, I had words in the head, but only because one has words in the head does not mean that he is thinking, how to have a pocket full of coins does not mean that you are rich. The words I had in my head were, that is, shit, bastard, slut, shit, fuck, cheersegue, and they turned to me so quickly, too quickly also to let me bring out a sentence. And this would not be a true thinking, right?
The speaker reflects on a moment of stillness while leaning against a wall, suggesting that others might interpret their posture as deep thought. However, they clarify that just having words in their mind does not equate to actual thinking. The disconnection between possessing words and engaging in meaningful thought is emphasized, likening it to having coins without being wealthy.
The words swirling in the speaker's head are negative and chaotic, illustrating how thoughts can become jumbled and overwhelming, preventing coherent expression. This internal turbulence contrasts with the assumption of reflective contemplation, highlighting the complexity of understanding one’s mental state.
