For some people
they come to
free us
I think it's
irrational to believe
in the existence
of the angels
It's a religious
thing that I
don't understand
I don't know
if I need
their protection
I imagine a
world without them
I don't justify
their presence
Sometimes I deny
the existence of
the angels because
I don't find
comfort in them
They aren't a
good presence in
my world
I don't aspire
to learn something
about them
They appear to
a few people
It isn't the
best choice to
listen them
They need the
complete devotion
I think we
become angels after
death
Probably they require
a lot of
devotion
They need strong
prayers
Probably we don't
admit to need
them forever
I think it's
dangerous to be
an angel
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem