Arcadia I am who I found, in the grass and flowers where the first game, I was mercifully taken away from that place and that was my time to love and joie de vivre. That day I had sought refuge in the same grass, looking for shelter from the murderous violence overwhelmed that my mother and my brothers. What my eyes blinded with the blood of stars and sun, and all my little dreams. Because we have our dreams. I felt the air vibrate howling that day, burst from the blows of the sticks, flowers and grass cut fell helplessly in dark noises of violence and cruelty. thundered in his ears the beat of my heart, frightened, terrified cries of my brothers and the desperate courage of my mother. And above it all hung over sound of laughter. The smug laughter of young humans who will one day be men. Those elected to govern life and death in the name of reason. Then came silence. A silence that I never wanted to know. called my mom, my little brothers, but there was only silence in the air and the smell of death. And the deafening echo of human laughter. I felt pain on my body, but what more I sank in endless fear was a new thing were my tears and hearts full of hope died. not think I called for, not to believe what I saw, not to look at all that blood. Called to die with them. Then came those hands, soft but strong, which lifted me up and carried away. And that voice so different from the laughter of death. was the time of the pain that we carry heavy memories. It was a time of solitude for my soul. Those
still shouting and laughing at me marks on my body became more profound.But that sweet voice and I comforted her hands stroked my heart and soul to give me confidence in life. But evil growth and life fled. Maybe it was my family that I wanted with them. She cried the human kissed me before I fell asleep for the operation which was to heal the wounds .. I wanted to thank you because thanks to him I had made peace with the world and now I did not have human enemies to fear and to hide. And even if my words were only thoughts, but I'm sure he heard them. I'm sure she heard my thanks, and I told him I would have made. How nice it would be if all you could hear the thoughts of the human heart. Arcadia I am named after an ancient dream, a pure land that men dream for all living beings. was the dream of freedom and equality, respect and gratitude for life. was the land where life is always like another life. It was the dream of old men. Men better than mowing the lives of my mother and my brothers. Arcadia I am, and I saw that land, now I hope that the young human who read me, worthy of the men grow old.
Arcadia and now I am not shaking, I knew I wanted to forgive the humans love them, and I want now they love me.