Sugarloaf in the Sky

THE PIPE COLUMN

The Master of Journalism Francisco & Kiko Navarro oppressed the elevator button from his apartment 302 of the Nemesis building, located in the Sugarloaf hill to get to the Pent House of eternity wrapped in a cotton flake.Of course, leaving in his pbadage through the land a trail of love, affection, honesty, cleanliness and lordship in his performance as a son, student, singer, composer, journalist, sports narrator, graphic designer, photographer, father, husband, grand and until very recently, great-grandfather.All this was "Kiko", as he liked to be called.Many people out of respect for his investiture as a teacher, (that's why). he never raised because his humility did not allow it), the Don put him in front of him for Never, since I met him, he stopped wearing a diary in his hands and that he squeezed between his armpit and his body for it to remain nowhere else. An indefatigable reader who, in addition to performing this exercise without glbades until the age of 89, has filled crosswords at an astonishing speed. Never need Google or Wikipedia to complete one of them and less to answer any question from any interlocutor who sat down to talk to a saucy born cucuteño in the The Beach neighborhood and who in his early years was sent by his mother, Doña Sara, to Bogota to study at the San José School and then 'Kiko'. ends up covered by a ruana because Tunja's cold almost ends its existence. He returned to Cúcuta and in 1954, he secretly married Maddy Urbina with whom he formed a beautiful house where Maddyta, Rocío and Gerardo grew up. In his homeland, he sang with several orchestras, he even went to work as a singer of one of them in Venezuela and broadcast the first matches of the Cúcuta to the Dimayor championships, when they hired the 50th World Cup with the famous' Maracanazo & # 39; & # 39; He arrived in Bucaramanga in the second half of 1958 to work in a local station and stayed here forever. He was news presenter, narrator and commentator of a wide and clean career in his time in Caracol, Todelar, RCN, Grupo Radial Colombiano, Radio Bucaramanga and until his last days he was at my side in Onda 5 Radio since 2005. It has never been heard a fake word, it has never been known to be non-punctual and less likely to bend the corner of lack of chivalry. His friends and his taste and his love for the bolero have taken him to record thousands of programs of this musical specialty in the ISU stations where he has been treated wonderfully. He left us speechless with his prodigious memory. We filled entire pages of a newspaper about his life and even then we would not finish. It remains to leave thoughtful that he was leaving without pain, as he wished, without noise, without noise, in silence, as only the teachers do: walking lightly on his back and pressing the button of the elevator.

Because of Sugar Loaf in paradise, there is only one step.

Chao and nostalgic hug for everyone.