By Eddy Montilla.
If you see her someday, there is nothing you have to tell her.
When time and distance presage the worst,
bare silence is better than plain words.
Show her your best smile, raise your head
and keep calm instead.
Then, she will come to understand
how sad sadness can be,
how deeply it can bore through your soul.
Talk to her about everything, but don’t tell her anything.
A long time has passed
and time says things, and it also betrays…
Please, don’t tell her anything,
don’t tell her how I have been…
If I smile or cry, if I cry or smile.
If I still go out in the evenings
for my long walks,
not a single word to her.
Don’t tell her the way I live; don’t tell her the way I’m dying.
If I can neither live in the present nor forget my past,
if I buried my future or I’m still looking for it,
if I joke as I did to make people laugh
to hide my taciturn heart,
if my saddest poems come in autumn or spring,
just raise your head, show your smile, don’t tell her anything
because dry leaves are blown by the wind,
but the wind is also blown by the dry leaves.
If you see her someday, don’t show her anything.
Neither show her pictures nor videos.
That only helps to engender rumours
that will die at first light.
To recall distant memories and surf on the waves of nostalgia
will not make me grow, will not increase my hopes.
Today, at this point of my life,
I leave those things for a special night:
My room in half-light,
with Spanish Serrano ham and Manchego cheese
and a glass of red wine to nurture treasured memories.
If you see her some day,
keep walking forever, but stop for a while.
We both loved her and neither of us had her.
We both lost her. It’s time to forget.
You loved her outside; I loved her inside.
I loved her soul; you loved her smile.
We are friends, friends with ties,
ties that bind us to a friendship that will never die.
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