The text in wich I will try to develop the ideas contained on the previous post.

I started this blog to write things, and I thought that I had things to write. I see now that probably I was wrong. But maybe I was not completely wrong, maybe I do have things to write, and I just lack the ability to write those things.
The fact is that a few days ago I had an idea, and I tried to write a nice text to publish in this blog. I think this is the very moment to comment the importance (or no) in the process of writing a good text, but, as I said in the post before this, many people did this before. Then, I would do nothing new, hence maybe I must try to do something really new. But there is nothing new in trying to do something new.
But I think, my only reader, that you don´t care if you´re gonna read a new thing. In fact, I suspect you know taht there´s nothing new in the earth, so it´s time to stop saying foolishness and telling you what I wanted to write.

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(Just an opportune comment: my vocabulary is really poor... And my grammar.. terrible.... Why the heck I´m writing in English?)

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One of this days I decided to go back home (from my universty) walking. I like to walk very much, and it is good to think, or to don´t think in anything, I have some distraction of the world doing this. And sometimes when I pass some street that I haven´t passed for a long time I remember of one or other situation in wich I walked there before in the company of some friend that I don´t see anymore. I usually only remember the names of my friends and the occasion in wich we were walking together.

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And then I decided to write a post based on the facts described on the last paragraph, I wanted to describe this fact in a nice way, and then make some reflections about past, memories, feelings, future, etc., in a quite melancholic fashion.
Probably the reason for my incapacity in writing that text was the insincerity about my feelings and perspectives concerning to life. If I had written what I wanted, I would have exagerated my feelings, my memories, my perspectives, my ideas...
If I had writen what I wanted to write, I would be a character in a non-literary text narrated in first person (hmm.. maybe it is new :) And I don´t know if this is nice, this mixture of character, author and narrator. Maybe the author could not be confused with his characters, and maybe I must have a good idea of what I am really writing, if is a literary text or not. If I don´t do this maybe I may tell lies thinking that I´m doing a cool thing.
But I am not sure, your opinion is of the greater importance in this blog, my only reader (as i said before, I know that you´re not my only reader, but I also know that you are my only reader. You asked what did I mean by that, and I answer: I am not sure, what do you think? :p)

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I am seeing now that I didn´t develop the ideas contained in my previous post, but those ideas are very inconsistent... who cares about it?
Maybe someday I will try to develop the ideas of this text.
Just wait.