By Eddy Montilla.
You tell me that you don’t know what’s going wrong,
the reason I don’t call you and I’m distant from you,
You ask for our oath and where it has gone,
the oath of two schoolboys who played at being men,
with their hands on their chests, saying one day
that they will be forever, forever the best friends.
You told me that nothing has changed
even though now you married her
because I am like your brother, I am your best friend
and there is an open door always waiting for me.
You want me to come to visit you the way I used to…
to play chess on Sundays and have one or two drinks
to talk about us and all those things
because before she came to your life,
Was not your life our friendship?
and I know her like the rain knows the prairie or plenty more besides.
“There is no reason to be alone”. You said, “It’s time for a happy life.”
Don’t forget, my friend, what I told you on that night:
Distance sometimes can be the best proof for a friendship
and can keep it alive.
I gave up everything to remain loyal to you,
loyalty that grows with distance,
distance that fertilizes my sorrows,
sorrows from long hours of loneliness
and the thought of what could have been,
but was never meant to be.
I did that for you, not for me.
And, please, do not tell me any more
that she is always asking about me,
that she wants to see me
even if it is just for a brief time.
You don’t know why she wants to talk to me
and think that it might be things related to the three.
Have you never thought that reality has two sides?
You only have seen yours and have forgotten mine.
Next time she asks you about me again,
please, tell her that I left the town
and you don’t know why, you don’t know when,
but you heard I live in some distant land.
To live in exile to keep my words,
to keep my friendship and my oath.
Oh, my friend! What a good man! How naïve you are!
You never knew she loved me and I loved her too.
But one day… One day you saw her and your love began
We had the best dream, we lived the best life.
But I don’t break my oath: You are my best friend.
Since that day I left her and that’s why today
you can call her: “wife”.
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