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But I could never realize he would get ill and weak in flesh. I have never admitted we could lose the one that made us only gain. Because of that I have ever believed in my father and his team. He taught me so many things I couldn't describe them. One of them is, not all words are needed to be said. They should only be thought. Those who talks about what thinks, doesn't think about what he talks. Those who feels what he talks doesn't need to say it.

But, today, I need to thank for my 46 years. For the 49 years of love from my mother. For his 75 years. More than everything, for the affection from the people that know him — therefore like him. And specially for the people who don't know him — and some who cried like he was an old friend.

I've learned a thing from you, babbo. Before become a great journalist it is needed to be a great person. I have learned from him I don't need to work to be a great professional. I need to try to be a great person. As you did both. Excuse me, but I won't cry. I cry for everything. Because of that I always cry for the family.

Palmeiras, loves, pains, colours, songs. But I won't cry for everything more than anything in the world, my parents. My parents which could be also called my mothers were always ready. A gift from God. My father never missed me even when absent by his work. I never missed him because he had that wonderful woman, Mrs.

According to Mr. Joelmir, the second biggest thing in his life. Because the first one always was his love he felt for her since When they became a family. My brother and I. Sons of the radio. Sons of a pioneer, respected economics' journalist, a recognized, innovator TV anchorman, a communication master, brilliant and labourer. I always knew I would never be in my profession nothing even closer he was.

Because too few were too good in his field. Fewer could be too good fathers as he was. Even fewer were too good husbands. Even extremely fewer were too good-spirited people. And there isn't any existing word to describe how rare and dedicated Palmeiras fan he was. But it is always worth remember that Palmeiras fans don't compare themselves. They're not more. They're not less. They're Palmeiras fans. That's enough.

As he said on the announcement day of the new arena, in , as it has been written in Palestra's locker room from to the overhaul: "To explain the emotion to be a Palmeiras fan, to another Palmeiras fan, is simply unnecessary. Irrigated and ventilated as too few among those who know and recognize him.

Beloved and cherished for those not too few that had the privilege to know him. My father. The best father a journalist can be. The best journalist a son can have as a father. Do I need to say anything else to the best Babbo in the world that turned to be the best Nonno in the Universe?

I need. But I don't know. Usually he knew everything. When he didn't knew, he invented with the same class as he talked what he knew. Every father looks like that to his son. But a journalist's father to someone which is also a journalist gets even more orphan.

I have never seen my father as a super-hero. Only as a super human. But I could never realize he would get ill and weak in flesh. I have never admitted we could lose the one that made us only gain. Because of that I have ever believed in my father and his team. He taught me so many things I couldn't describe them. One of them is, not all words are needed to be said.

They should only be thought. Those who talks about what thinks, doesn't think about what he talks. Those who feels what he talks doesn't need to say it. But, today, I need to thank for my 46 years. For the 49 years of love from my mother. For his 75 years. More than everything, for the affection from the people that know him — therefore like him. And specially for the people who don't know him — and some who cried like he was an old friend.

I've learned a thing from you, babbo. Before become a great journalist it is needed to be a great person. I have learned from him I don't need to work to be a great professional. I need to try to be a great person. As you did both. Excuse me, but I won't cry. I cry for everything. Because of that I always cry for the family. Palmeiras, loves, pains, colours, songs.

But I won't cry for everything more than anything in the world, my parents. My parents which could be also called my mothers [note 4] were always ready. A gift from God. My father never missed me even when absent by his work.

I never missed him because he had that wonderful woman, Mrs. According to Mr. Joelmir, the second biggest thing in his life.