Isabel Preysler and Mario Vargas Llosa have announced the “definitive” end – in other words, badly – of their relationship, a matter on which the first influencer in the Kingdom comes to ask us for respect, although she suggests otherwise when her entourage insinuates that Vargas It was the Moor Muza, an Umayyad of arms to take.
Disappointments aside from the writer – who Catalan independentists and progressives like – I must confess a certain admiration for Isabel Preysler, who has built a brand and a family business without feminism knowing whether to put it to fall from a donkey or elevate it to the altars because if something has been and seems to be Isabel Preysler is a free woman.
How many husbands have you had since you landed in Spain at the age of 17 from that gossipy and classist Manila, where the glamor of Imelda Marcos dazzled even the poor that her husband fleeced? I get lost in the count, to be honest, but I always say that the list misleads: wasn't it a “setback” to plant Julio Iglesias in full ascendancy and marry a marquis obsessed with olive oil who nobody knew?
I am not going to deceive you either: I enjoyed the criticism of women of the female gender when Preysler left with Miguel Boyer, a relationship that cost him his ministerial career, courtesy of his colleagues who did not swallow him.
And he smiled in bewilderment: what has this woman, this Preysler, done to make them criticize her so much, her whose husbands never outshine her?
To finish off the national holiday, the critical sector gossiped about supposed love skills, attributed to the exoticism of the Philippines, a Fu Manchu cliché because in the archipelago and pearl of the orient of Rizal they speak Tagalog but in bed they are like every other son of a neighbor . How many self-sacrificing husbands, company captains and jerks will not have finished a night of love in the emergency room!
"So your partner almost severed your penis with a tuna fishing reel?" Playing, she says?
Over the years, Isabel Preysler has ceased to be "the wife of..." and has double added merit: she smiles and is elegant, virtues that one appreciates and greatly misses.