From Paradox to Paradox

This blog has become a terrible paradox. It was born from the idea to report my memories as solitary walker in the country roads, without an aim but walking.

Now this solitary walker (me) is frequently blocked in a hospital or in a bed at home. I'm rather the opposite.

Well actually I'm unable to write here memories of imaginary walks or about walks I cannot make but I strongly wish to do beacuse lying down on this bed and watching outside the window with a mix of anger, delusion and frustration.

I could transform this blog in a dairy of a man living with the constant sensation about the extreme fragility of his own life and the distinction between "what I am", "what I was" "what I could or would be". Maybe all this is not very funny and interesting but it is all I have today.

I have another blog (E Nos Lases Iuvate): I have written there a sentence by the poet Pindar: "Man is a dream of a shadow". I think that no other words can better describe my present personal condition...