Strange world

...

Strange world

people talk sometimes I wonder why

Strange world

people kill still no-one hears their cries

Strange world

burn these thoughtless tears out of my eyes, eyes

Strange world

people talk and tell only lies

Strange world

people kill an eye for an eye

Strange world

dream one-day we'll see the light, ahh, ahh

Strange world

people kill and people hate

and
People talk and people kill

and still I wonder wonder why, why

Another Angel for heaven´s population.

I seem to feel the bad things in advance, and another *bad thing* happened today. Death came back again, this time to accompany my lovely cousin Diana to heaven. At 24 years old ,wasn´t it too soon for her to go there?. So many hopes and dreams...but only God knows why He wanted to have her with Him in heaven before her plans and wishes were accomplished. Now she´s happy, and we are very very sad, with pain and sorrow and a big hole in the heart that won´t be filled, as it happens when beloved ones leave us.

I think that she is now in a place where there´s only Love and Light and that she´s just entered heaven to be another member of the Army of Angels. I pray for her soul to be in the presence of God. And I´m sure that just as she was a beautiful soul and a lovely person, she had VIP tickets to get inside the place where she is now.

Another sweet Angel for heaven´s population. And maybe I never told her, but I loved her very much. I guess she now knows I did. But when things like this happen I can´t stop thinking why the people who want to live and have a beautiful life and a promising future and have hope and faith, and are happy, and want to do things die, and those who don´t wish to live just have to be here.

Signs.

Do you ever dream of me? Do you ever see the letters that I write?...

And after all...

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After all...

haven´t we all ever wished

we were the *exception to the rule*?

there are things...

There are things that have accompanied me for 35 years and 9 months. They are things that are almost like printed in my DNA, but I say almost because they were told every single day by my Mum when I was in the womb.


Those things she said to me had an importance and a very good reason for being that only the ones who know the story of my life (like you do) would be able (if ever) to understand. Then, those things were reinforced (in the wrong way) unconscioulsy throughout my childhood. And those things are bothering me right now. A lot.


And I hope that I´ll be able to tell you those things, and the complete story that I recently knew. Because there are reasons for everything, and there are stories that I would like to tell you... and then if you can´t *accept them*, at least maybe you could understand them and understand *me*.