Anyway, at the end of '93, his face was carrying lines, and it could
look like a sculpture, occasionally betraying exhaustion; a hewn face, what
Frank Sinatra would have called a lived in face. He might have retired and
exploited the other life he had been creating and cultivating, and several
things might have drawn him towards that. He was in love. She was called
Adriane, young, blonde and as captivated with him as he was with her. He
already had the creature comforts which genuine wealth brings, not just his own
jet and pilot but a superb house in Angra dos Reis some 200 kilometres from
Rio, a farm in Tatui some 120 kilometres from São Paulo and a house in
Faro on the southern tip of Portugal. He was actively building a business
empire, importing quality products into Brazil . He had ideas about trying
to alleviate the plight of stricken children - They're everywhere in Brazil - and
had mentioned this to his sister, Viviane. To retire would have been no defeat
and no surrender, but something mitigated against it. On the racing track he
still had great truths to prove.
SOURCE: Ayrton Senna - As time goes by
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