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5.
Two years passed and you are now clad in red - though you cringe at the memory of Aunt Katrina and Ayrton - pure crimson. In an attempt of a puerile joke, 'the ones in red tend to die'.
5.1
And suddenly Melbourne transformed and rained.
5.1.1
You spun.
5.1.2
There was rain and there was competition to get the strategies right and you can hear the commotion and then you knew you would go pass the chequered flag to clinch victory, oh finally the sweet sense of victory, but it feels more complete than that, and then there was sudden darkness.
5.1.2.1
You spun.
5.1.3
The press had a field day.
5.1.3.1
"Massa - still as erratic as ever."
6.
7.
This time it came with the sensation of a quiet whisper, the warmth of someone's breath caressing your skin. You shiver, your feet wobbly, and the world is unreal. You try to balance yourself as cameras flashed.
8.
It should not affect you this much, but you want to know who the other person is.
10.
If gods have written and it has been known to them how each and every mortal life will and shall end, what will they do should a mortal one day steal a quick look at those heavenly scripts? Once upon a time, as a child, you heard the clinking of wineglasses and the sharp waft of evaporated alcohol in the air, overpowering the senses. What can a helpless, powerless child do? You do not outrun destiny - it catches up with you, the foolish one who tried. The one who raced. It finally connects - the dark skies, the tears, the desperate tears, the shattered dreams, and yet everyone who now stands up in unity behind you, acknowledging the child who has driven a long way to maturity, to respect, to represent the dirty-faced children at the streets and the mothers who borne them, to be what Brazil stands for.
And then there is the one who quietly stands by your side - the once nameless entity who is at once the only other person who would understand - or never understand - how this feels.
11.
Even the gods cannot have predicted your sense of absolution.
Two years passed and you are now clad in red - though you cringe at the memory of Aunt Katrina and Ayrton - pure crimson. In an attempt of a puerile joke, 'the ones in red tend to die'.
5.1
And suddenly Melbourne transformed and rained.
5.1.1
You spun.
5.1.2
There was rain and there was competition to get the strategies right and you can hear the commotion and then you knew you would go pass the chequered flag to clinch victory, oh finally the sweet sense of victory, but it feels more complete than that, and then there was sudden darkness.
5.1.2.1
You spun.
5.1.3
The press had a field day.
5.1.3.1
"Massa - still as erratic as ever."
6.
7.
This time it came with the sensation of a quiet whisper, the warmth of someone's breath caressing your skin. You shiver, your feet wobbly, and the world is unreal. You try to balance yourself as cameras flashed.
8.
It should not affect you this much, but you want to know who the other person is.
10.
If gods have written and it has been known to them how each and every mortal life will and shall end, what will they do should a mortal one day steal a quick look at those heavenly scripts? Once upon a time, as a child, you heard the clinking of wineglasses and the sharp waft of evaporated alcohol in the air, overpowering the senses. What can a helpless, powerless child do? You do not outrun destiny - it catches up with you, the foolish one who tried. The one who raced. It finally connects - the dark skies, the tears, the desperate tears, the shattered dreams, and yet everyone who now stands up in unity behind you, acknowledging the child who has driven a long way to maturity, to respect, to represent the dirty-faced children at the streets and the mothers who borne them, to be what Brazil stands for.
And then there is the one who quietly stands by your side - the once nameless entity who is at once the only other person who would understand - or never understand - how this feels.
11.
Even the gods cannot have predicted your sense of absolution.