Praise of the good countryman.

-Walk on, Tino! What are you looking at, ho?

-The trees, Jose Luis. That's the great thing about coming from the mountains. I look at the trees and see everything clearly.

-Everything? What?

-Life, man. My life, you know what I mean?

-How are you, ho?

-In my life, Josín, I had a lot of “people gone”. Foyaraca, as my uncle used to say.

-Hey?

-People like them, who go away when a little wind blows.

-Ah.

-But he also had “cool people”, careful.

-“Cool people”?

-Yes, Josín. Friendships, like the canes, the branches, that end up breaking up when life becomes harder. 

-Are you saying this for me, Tinín?

-No. Do you know why?

-By?

-Because you are from the roots, Jose Luis. You are a “root person”.

-Root?

-Yes. Those who stay and support you in the most difficult moments.

-Damn it! I…

-Yes, a true friend, who has been with me throughout the years, putting up with me… 

-Well, man. I… 

-You left an indelible mark on my head.

-The horns?

-No, fuck, that's not what I mean. That's water under the bridge.

-Let's see, Tino. Mari was with you. And I... Oi, a hot flash.

-That was in the first year of high school, man. It's over now.

-How was I supposed to know that Mari was going out with the two of them?

-Yes, authentic, Josín. Without duplicity.

-Jobar, Tino, you're going to make me blush.

-Listen: thanks to you I became the person I am.

-Yes, ho. Now it's my fault.

-No, get out, you idiots! Help me grow as a person!

-Gosh, Tino, every time we come back from the mountains you put metaphysics!

-What do you want? The backwoods, the trees, the age… 

-Walk, ho!

-Wait, damn, I'm looking at the trees and it makes me think.

-I see it, yes.

-Friends, Jose Luis, are like shoes.

-How are you, ho?

-You can have many but always walk with the ones you feel most comfortable with.

-Oh, buddy…

-You and I think differently, we don't share political or musical tastes, or even a football team. But we've been together all our lives, since we were kids.

-And look what we did to each other, huh.

-That's also true. We screw up, and nothing happens, we know how to forgive.

-Walk, Tinín. 

-Nor bellows, no cane, Jose Luis. Yes, authentic: a “root person”.