Who in their lifetime is good on Earth
Will become an angel after death
Grandma used to tell me that shit. If people were good in life, they would go in heaven. I never really thought that, you know, it was a matter of fact. If you good you go to heaven, and if you bad, well, fuck in hell forever and ever.
Then one day my grandma died. I wasn't really despaired. She was a good woman, so there was no doubt on mind that she was going to heaven. But that's when I noticed Granddad always alone and unhappy. I even saw how Dad was so sad. And to be honest, I missed her stories, and her warm hugs that she so often gave.
I wasn't sad for her. She was in heaven, no? What bad could happen to her?
I was sad for us. And I began to ask myself if that matter of fact was fair.
You look to the sky and ask
Why can't you see them
They live behind the sunshine
Separated from us, infinitely far
They must cling to the stars
So they don't fall from the sky
She was in heaven. Where is heaven? It's in the sky. Another matter of fact. But why you never see an angel? Why when you look at the sky you see only fuckin' cold stars?
Maybe angels are behind something. Maybe the moon, the sun and the stars are hiding them, but still, why no one ever see anything other than UFO's in the sky?
Somebody said that every star is a soul. When I was littler I liked to think that the stars were angels. But if it is, then why don't the stars react when a loved one look at them? Why they don't begin to shine in a different way?
My parents died, so I tried to see them by looking at the sky again. But there was nothing.
Not a single star began to shine when I looked at them. When I cried no star reacted in a strange way, and nothing ever changed.
Then Huey told me that stars are thousand and thousand light years away from us.
The stars are so far from each other too. My parents weren't ever near me. Dad never saw grandma or mom again.
(The Angels)
Only once the clouds have gone to sleep
Can you see us in the sky
We are afraid and alone
The stars are so cold. Oh, surely shining and beautiful too, but are cold. Don't they look like lifeless ice statues?
The stars don't react when their loved ones look at them. So this means that they don't see us, or maybe doesn't recognize us anymore.
The stars are so alone. They're so far away from everyone they once loved, and distant to everyone else.
This is heaven?
God knows I don't want to be an angel
I remember the people that I saw suffer from the loss of a loved one, and I think: is this good? Is ir fair to take a good one, make him an angel, and let everyone miss him? Is it fair to be good, have so many people that loves you, only to make them suffer when it's time to go away?
You're good. You respect others. You help everyone. You're kind with everyone even when this one is a bad person. You endure everything without claim. You're a good person. For what?
To be a cold, apathetical star, incapable of recognizing who you once loved, alone, far away from everyone, a little point in the endless Universe. Immortal.
To be an angel.
Well, I don't want to be an angel. I don't want any of this. I want a nice life. I want to try everything, be rich, be surrounded by people that, when I die, will not suffer for me.
I want to have a funny life, and when I die I want to be surrounded by others doomed like me.
If it's really so bad should I choose a good life?
Neither God wants to be an angel.