Zeben Ramos: The son’s memory of the palms that preceded the time

She is San isidro It shines in color Friday: the disease is all. The boy was called Zeben and was born in Gáldar, ancient city, noble city, where names were not pronounced except for a mix of respect and root. He was born in 2002, when the century only learned to walk, and barely turned twenty destiny, the unfair word pronounced by tight teeth, it took.

The president of UD Las Palmas, Miguel ángel RamírezI couldn’t help but feel his feelings when he said “Hard for UD Las Palmas and all of us forming a great yellow family“Because the left protector, versatile and has a great projection,” he said for his promise, personality and flexibility in various positions within the defense line. “

RFEF leader in Las Palmas and president of an interinsular football federation of Las Palmas, José Juan Arencibia. of the footprint he left with all those who shared costumes, fields or friendship with him“

This is an accident. One night, a car, any street, the Puertillo, ArucasThe pavement that does not forgive. Eleven days after a quiet struggle, without raising the voice or complaining, Zeben Ramos, son of Arminda and Alexis, brother of Jacomar, Closed his eyes for the last time at the Doctor Negrín Hospital. It’s not time to leave. For twenty -this, no one should die, because they have not lived yet.

In the gáldar, His neighborhood in San Isidro woke up quieter than ever before. There, where he ran for the first time after a ball, where his friends learned to name him with pride and his parents to look at him with hope, now with a hole. Because a footballer is not just a footballer. She is the child of the neighbor, the school student, the noble boy who plays clean even when he is gone.

Zeben is a quarry, it’s a promise, it’s a defense and a shield too. He passed the San Isidro CD, the guide of UD, El Acodetti, El Huesca, San Fernando, El Becerril, the Villa de Santa Brígida. He arrived at UD Las Palmas C, then Las Palmas AtléticIn that look that says “I’m here to find out.”

And now, when it’s gone, when your name remains, the city council of Gáldar, his city, gave him a gold medal medal, by posthumous. A medal not searched, which he did not expect, that he should not come soon. “I hope we don’t have to deliver the medal now,” the mayor said, and right. There is not enough honor when the loss is very good and early.

But the city has to do something. There is something to say. Because the silence is not enough if the hurt is too much. And that’s it At this time that sometimes stops by illness, Gáldar wrote his name in gold, so that he would not be erasedTo stay with us, at the stadium, on the sidewalks, in memories. Eben Ramos did not die. Because of their neighborhood, to its people, to That ball continued to shoot the farms of northern Grandma CanariaThere is something to him that is still performing.