Pokemon Deluge Hacks 2011

My conversation with the cockroach

paraphrase history, a common history ...

There is someone who does not hate the cockroaches of his temple.
There is not one of them.
is simple statistics, it is simply numbers.
And knowing that there are people who do not know the term,
And those that do not understand,
could definitely hear the passion of my mouth to explain:
Why the hell I'm statistical
Why the hell I am part numbers, part is you also.
numbers that show the subtle brush strokes and perfect God's work.

was here, if indeed you care,
where I found a cockroach smiling
That saw my bitterness and moved with my sadness, perhaps
If that is sad.

Looking for a way to converse with that cockroach
I spoke in a dozen languages \u200b\u200b
Almost all of them unknown to you of course,
Because some only speak my veins,
But not all my veins, but those more powerful than my bones. Those
through which flows the blood of my Father, the Father of all.

And my problem is there,
Because first I could not believe or think, that bothers
That cockroach speaking the same language as my language.
And that's my trouble
Because it seems that I lack imagination and wisdom.

I have no imagination because even thought the cockroach was mysterious magic
Yes, magic, and in letters. Magic
like a fairy tale written by Tolkien,
Magic because I know I had no secrets from my heart,
Heart of stone or flesh, I do not know.
As magical as the smile on the lips of those who love Mueck,
Smile is awakened by the touch of realism, which now extends to cover my consciousness.

I have no sense, but not with you, but me.
Yes, me, and in letters.
Because there is different I've noticed the monotony by living the life I have,
Monotony to accept the second, almost as much like yesterday.
do not mean to be boring and I do not belong, it is a public good.
is the way we think things simple lack of splendor.
It's how I look each day a heroic sense in all things I do
Because I think you might find the spectacle of it all and not seeing the gray world.

was not magic, it was real.
was something ready to show how crazy was the kaleidoscope of my mind,
addition to what I needed to see the colors you never thought to find.
And smiling said some words in Latin:
"Timor Domini Initium Tiae Sapien"
Which I've heard sometimes it is the motto of my home. Lema
had not understood until that moment when she explained her meaning:
"The beginning of wisdom is the fear of God"
had to be wise and not a hero to please My Father
and please myself.
What an idiot!, I told this cockroach.
I asked why?
"For one thing," I replied ...

And even thought my response.
I said, and without crutches:
"I had not met my self, with all their lyrics and subtle nudity
rays could tell me what needed to be,
was being a wise man who wanted to grow"

But this was not the main theme of the words uttered by his mouth,
was the need to encourage my mind to think as wise,
motivate me to hear the truth about myself,
accept the truth statistics of my life
accept the truth of the numbers put me as one of the bunch
A sad truth for no, because while the second strives to reach the twelve
The Statistics and Numbers are synonymous with the simplicity and equality.
Two things that will undoubtedly make me with my brothers, special beings,
So who has been with me for just me and have look like its simplicity,
can be called a friend or sibling.

I once read that someone said
"I would give everything I know to know half of what I know"
I would do almost the same, but change something.
"It would all the time spent in striving to know or learn,
To strive at times just to find what you know about me "
And I've noticed that much of what they know about me is that cockroach,
My subtle simplicity, My friend, the friend of all.
And let that be an astronaut, a tireless searcher sky
For all this time I was in heaven ...
Although you do not like.