Mario Salieri Mégavidéo

I've never done offtopic, but the occasion merits, and I'm excited to tell you something very important to me.

Ignacio is the father of my mother, my grandfather, the only thing I know, because unfortunately, the father of my father, died before I was born.

is an incredible man, if you look for your physical, you could swear he is 12. It is agile and athletic, and very young has dedicated his life to his passion: bikes.

born in a poor family and grew up in a grueling war.

very young he went to work in a bike shop, right in front of the house where my grandmother lived, and so they met and fell in love. Later got his own studio, and began to assemble and repair bikes.

has been cycling his whole life, and his room is full of cups and awards he has won, even as having more than 80 years, despite the troubles that gave us: "For God grandfather, that these older, you can not go by bike and make as many kilometers your own! and if something happens?! "
But he was still going on bike and rider Granada no you do not know. Never
liked to travel (which was bringing down the road of bitterness to my grandmother who loves to travel), nor drive at night. Nor peppers, which are poison! xD

liked him to go to La Herradura, a coastal town of Granada, even in winter. And fuck the bike there and go to Nerja.

mailto When was four months ago, his big concern was if it was not going to fuck the bike more! 's been very bad few months, fighting a cancer that doctors had long ago, but it was so and so healthy athlete, had had no symptoms! On Wednesday at dawn, I took an emergency flight to Granada, it had worsened, and wanted to see me as I had said many times by phone.
I had warned that much worse at night, they heard did not speak to anyone who did not respond, and was practically unconscious.

When morning comes, however, nothing but me began to mourn, with a little help we rebuild it and help you go to the salon and sit a while on the sofa. He told me how much I had done less, I thought much of me, and I wanted a lot and hand cojidos show me cycling magazines that had brought a friend. I was laughing at some cyclists who were touching my ass! And I mean it went well.
At noon he felt very tired, and help you sleep a little while. I was so skinny .... the disease had eaten all the fat from your body, and weighed so little, he noticed both all the bones, and was so cold ....
My grandfather died the day my grandfather who I always wanted, and that both you forever, surrounded by his loved ones.

I stand with thousands of good memories of you grandfather, I learned a lot from you. For my grandfather, despite being born into a poor family, he followed his dream and passion, until his last breath. Has always believed in me and encouraged me to follow my dreams. And his memory and his memory, I promise to keep fighting for my dreams, until my health prevents it.

Grandpa I love you, cuidate and do not forget me wherever you are, I'm not going to forget.