Fishermen don't die at sea...
(poem for Jona)
Fisherman, friend, player of songs,
lover of life, bartender and a father.
Where you came, people looked at you
and saw the raw reality of Ostend.
I never thought I was going
to have to write these words,
but now there’s no one left,
no one left to watch or to listen at
because you’ll never play music anymore.
They say suicide is painless,
but you prove otherwise.
Your pain has now become our pain.
I hope where you are now,
you have found peace,
for us who are left behind,
there will always be the question,
what if, what if, what the fuck,
Why!!!
esteban 14 Juli 2022