"The Good Secret"

A whole life of work, restlessness, melancholy,
Feeling the wind brush against one's cheek,
Salty water against one's lips, soaked hair,
Sunburnt arms, a tired body.

You deserve the poetry you wrote,
Eternalized in the photograph,
And translated into quiet, gentle, miraculous words,
Which describe the good secret we know alone:

To have had a home at sea,
To have lived at sea,
To have been for a long time a man of the sea.

Lucimar Luciano de Oliveira, "Work of Poetry"

Voor Lammert Postma (1927 - 2007)