El passat dissabte, el meu avi va fer 100 anys i, per descomptat, vam celebrar-ho tota la família. Vam anar a Molina de Aragón, a Guadalajara, i ens vam reunir uns cinquanta familiars per retre homenatge a aquest homenet (per l'estatura). Un nebot li va cantar una jota que s'havia inventat per a ell i, de retruc, el meu iaio va recitar durant quatre minuts un poema llarguíííssim que es va aprendre quan era jove (quina memòria té!). Uns altres nebots li van regalar una placa commemorativa i van fer un parlament molt emotiu on van destacar la virtud del meu avi per sacrificar-se per la seua família. Mon pare també va cantar, però se li trencava la veu de l'emoció. Per la nit, ja en casa, el meu iaio ens va dir que no hi ha 100 anys roins ni 100 bons i que ens queda molt per veure. Quanta raó té...
Last Saturday, my grandfather turned 100 years and, needless to say, all the family celebrated such an event. We went to a small city called Molina de Aragón (in the center of Spain, more or less) and around fifty relatives gathered in order to pay tribute to this little man (because of his height). A nephew sang a traditional folk song and made the lyrics up for him; in return, my granpa spent four minutes reciting a poem he had learnt when he was young (what a good memory he has!). Some other relatives gave him a commemorative plaque and made a very moving speech. They emphasized my grandfather's virtue to make sacrifices for his family. My dad also sang but his voice broke now and them because he was very moved.Thanks for your comments
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Congratulations to your granddad and blessings to you all. My gram made it to nearly 100 and it was so wonderful to share all the years and memories with her!
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