Everyone knows about the snow man. His footprints reappeared yesterday in the main newspapers of the world, reminding us of a legend impossible to forget. They are so big, that they can only correspond to a giant man, so massive, that sitting on a chair should be smashed. Well, these are stories that we weave around them. For my part, I do not want to see him fighting for life in the big cities, and it is also likely that if he comes down from the snowy peaks he could be turned into a pool of crystalline water. It would be a shame to see it drain away at the same time that human warmth is sowing happiness and sadness to the homos sapiens, and it would be intolerable to have to take care of it like any newborn after having endured its existence in our imagination for centuries. For this reason, I prefer to discover again and from time to time his footprints on the snow, to feel that he is very close, serene, looking at us in the blizzard of the immeasurably cold night, aware of his destiny: "Wandering around the world, leaving us hope that will haunt for many more centuries, stealthy and calm. " Lucky for him, in his long existence.