a memory problem 
Hi, the human race ... It's been a long time since I came to find you. You missed me? You thought you were gone once and for all? But no, do not worry, I am always and continues to watch. It's just that with time my work became repetitive and I preferred to let go a bit 'of months before putting your finger in the wound more painful, your biggest curse of memory.
The man's memory is truly bizarre. You have this incredible ability to remember always what you want. Let me explain. Do you remember the memory of a computer? Here, we call the "memory objects". Are you stuck in a sub-folder the compressed file of a photograph, even years later you can go find, exactly where you put it. The photos will remain there, untouched in its bytes. You can not fool the computer memory.
That a man's memory is rather odd. The folders are arranged in bulk and although it contains everything you need to know, when you open you can never find the things that really matter. It is as if someone in your head you confuse the drawers. Yeah, so, of the mischievous Gnome Drawers.
So for example you forget the misdeeds of your idols and political leaders, the deceptions of the powerful men of the world from the start, repeat the lies to the people of any country and culture. We forget the really important things, the fundamental principles that could make you a creature of light, or at least of the elegant high-ranking devils like myself. It is the memory that you care, you always.
Some might say that today, thanks to the Internet is no more need for memory. Everything you need to know is there, just a click away. We are the official newspapers, blogs of independent journalists, the computer guru, you-tube, wikipedia, Wikileaks, and so on and so forth. All have their say, tell the sweet and salty, spicy, or sometimes spicy. There's something for everyone. Instead of a joker you Gnome confuses the drawers, now you have a million that you tell how it goes.
Little Men, because you have lost the ability to listen to yourself?
Farewell, my dear. I will soon be affected, you're not worried. Now I have to go get Gor. I left the cemetery on the hill, the tomb of an old flame. No, I brought her flowers. I believe the invited to have dinner ...
You know, that poor creature has some strange tastes.
