And in these two hours and forty-two minutes, I learned a little bit about the meaning of this name and why he has been remembered for so long.
Black track, roaring engine. The legend that the dust has settled begins with a face that is still childish, fledgling, a little shy, exuberant out of anticipation of the vast sky, and even more ambitious because of curiosity about the unknown.
In Monaco in 1984, in the slippery rain and fog, a genius was born. In 1994, the Imola circuit, under a clear sky, returned to heaven.
I am not a racing fan. Therefore, I cannot judge whether his technique is good. I just saw from the camera the neat and graceful arc drawn by him on the track, like the mysterious smile on his lips, which seemed to be imprinted by God, incredibly stunning.
He is beautiful, yes. His beauty is carved on his delicate face, curly hair, thick eyebrows, deep eyes, tall nose, and sexy lips, just like a handsome boy who has come out of Western mythology. I think even if he is not a racer, he will become an idol.
Or become a poet. When answering reporters' questions, he was thoughtful and spoke simple words in an unhurried tone. When he delved into it, the words and sentences always contained a touch of sadness and a long meaning that was not easy to understand.
He said that people don't know him. Yes, people just worship him, love him, and admire him.
People admire his record after record on the track, obsessed with the pleasure of speed.
People love his upbringing, humility, politeness and the opposite of conceit, aggressiveness, and arrogance.
People admire him as the face of a country and the symbol of an era.
The darkness behind this is ignored. People forget that where there is light, there is shadow. His loneliness, his fear, his helplessness, his struggles, his resistance, his compromise, his beliefs, his persistence, his dreams, his stubbornness, acting alone in the radiant shadow The joys and sorrows, irreversibly sing an ethereal and lonely sound.
Nothing has ever come easy. Even though, the price is life.
It's just that his ambitions were not rewarded. I'm just sad that in the end he was actually unhappy.
On the day before the game, he said "I can't quit". It is impossible, rather than not wanting.
On the final track, his face was always bitter under the camera. There are deep lines under his squinted eyes. At the age of 34, he thinks he has chosen a stronger team and can reach a higher peak. His curled eyelashes trembled slightly, like an innocent child, helpless and lonely. He tried several times to smile at the crowd next to him, but he could only freeze into a half-embarrassed appearance. He even covered his face with his hands, shaking his head reluctantly and reluctantly.
After six laps, his car crashed into the guardrail, rolled, tore, and then stopped quietly on the track. And he sighed gently and pulled away gently. In the whole film, many times, the camera took pictures of him tearing off the protective gear from his head, the thin layer of shielding, this time did not protect him, his whole body has no fractures, no bruises, only one injury. The head is fatal. God finally guarded the integrity of his body in a treacherous and poetic way, and raised the holiness of his soul.
He did not have time to enjoy his retirement after bidding farewell to racing. His life stopped gorgeously and tragically when he was forever young. People bid farewell to the heroic drivers, ushered in the legends of immortality, telling them again and again, repeating them, and realizing the real life. Life is impermanent, hurting, and I have sprinted with all my strength in impermanence, touching.
At the end of the end, back to the beginning. He smiled shyly, as if embarrassed to always be honest truth before the people: "... It was pure driving, pure racing, there was not any politics, no money involved either It was real racing I have that very good memory"
he The beautiful memories of the people are also ours.
In that era when driver technology was still dominated, there was such a purely persistent man. Ayrton Senna. Just because his sheerness was unmatched, so the miracle guided his early death before it was out of time.
In the world that became more and more turbid, we, without any talents, can go with the flow with peace of mind. Mediocre, unconscious, not resisting.
Fortunately for a moment, his unfettered smiling face flashed under the blue sea and blue sky of Sao Paulo, and I finally heard the sound of tears dripping in my heart.
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