Once Upon a time...

Formula 1 was really passionate, reunited and generated genuine cheer in us.

It was a Formula 1 where the drivers were ahead of everything, they were the heroes, the leading characther of this beatutiful show, human skills vs technology, human aspect of the team above the technical skills of the team, talent vs rules.

Every people cheered for a team, for a driver, the Italians as obvious for Ferrari, only Ferrari, now and ever.

Ayrton Senna was one of those who knew how to charm you during the race and make you feel alive while you were watching his smile in a post-race interview.

He was a smiling hero.

He was a sublime man, not just a marvelous driver.

A funambulistic talent on the track and a tender and lively boy out of it. 

There was not one person in the world who would not have been happy to see him triumph on Sunday during the Grand Prix, during his work as driver. 

None. 

Everyone, was rooting for him. 

That's why when that afternoon of the workers' party of 1994 Senna crashed into the barriers against the barriers we all feared the worst, we all prayed every God, we all cried, finally, when a helicopter now in flight and landed for a few minutes we heard the news that we all hoped not it would never have arrived. 

It was the first meeting with death, I was small, I used to go to elementary school but every Sunday I was passionate with members of my family and their friends at Formula 1 races, hoping for Ferrari or Ayrton Senna. 

Death had peeped out and I had to come to terms with the fact that sooner or later all my myths would collapse one by one, certainties and even loved ones would sooner or later die, including myself.

A tremendous day for the entire world, a tremendous day for all the fans of the Formula 1, a tremendous day for a little boy like me who was sure that life could be without payne, without tears, without desperation.

In loving memory of Ayrton Senna.