For my friend

I have a friend who has kept

my dead beneath his bed

has cleaned the stains of my crimes

has mimicked my voice on calls

my friend has been me

and I have been him

my friend knows what I think

and sometimes that’s why he gets angry

enough, stop doing that!

so I don’t trust people

who I later have to distance myself from

my friend writes to me at any time of the day

wakes me up

asks me if everything went well today and if I could finally sleep

and laughs

my friend has a box of my memories

a bag of my secrets

of my “well, never again”

of my “hopefully this time, yes”

my friend always tells me he doesn’t believe me

and by not believing me

he is my friend

my friend is a good person

loyal

and has a very particular laugh

very contagious in any gathering of friends

and everyone catches it

my friend sings badly

but doesn’t care

one day he will be a pilot

and maybe I’ll find him in Kathmandu or Patagonia

or perhaps playing soccer

with other friends

he tells me to have more fun

to not pay attention

that it doesn’t matter

that nothing really matters

because after all

he also always falls in love

and that’s how it is

my friend sometimes solves the world for me

writes three words

to change my life

he builds alibis

saves me from judgments

he is my judge

and my part

In the past, my friend used to tell me

that not everything was lost

when I was drowning in tears

my friend kills my monsters

revives my plants

he told me that wine stains

come out with mineral water

and that the others

are just a matter of time

my friend looks at me intently

when the needle pierces my veins

and I bleed out

in doubts

and he covers my eyes

when hatred once came

to sit at my table

and dine with me

my friend told me

that one day

we could buy land

in the north

at a dollar per square meter, friend

maybe we should buy it

right now

doing the math

between the two of us

maybe 5000 meters of sand

in front of a beach

build a fence

with everything we have

memories

songs

words

afternoons

dreams

food

smoke

clouds

hopes

and lie on our backs

to watch the sky

together as brothers

waiting

as always

as friendship waits

nothing

 

 

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