It has been said that it would be very difficult for me to let a man read Madame Bovary in French to me, so I do not quite understand how Isabel Preysler preferred to go for a palmetto walk at sponsored parties, instead of staying at home enjoying, all by herself, the readings by Mario Vargas Llosa. It is not that at certain ages, with an uncertain future, one has to settle for the interior life, but that someone reads aloud to you, and even more so if it is in French (all that those who have already studied English miss out on). ), has always had an erotic point.
It reminds me of a boyfriend I had at the height of turkey who, as if he had just written it, recited melancholy "(Paul Verlaine) or woke you up with a" Le jour se lève, il faut tenter de vivre (Paul Valéry), when adolescent drowsiness set in. I even went to France to visit the marine cemetery in Sète where Valéry is buried; yes, with a stop in Cotlliure to pay respects at the tomb of Antonio Machado, because that was also the time of the album that Serrat dedicated to the poet, who died in French exile.
And this without taking into account that it was also the time of Je t'aime moi... non plus by Serge Gainsbourg and Jane Birkin. That the show is now to see Georgina, Cristiano Ronaldo's, walk around the world her collection of Hermès bags, baptized with the last name of Jane, is an obvious sign of the end of civilization.
Of course, next to Georgina, Isabel, who also has the title of being the mother of Tamara Falcó (other than that), continues to be unique in the art of managing the showcase with good taste. The inside of the business is another thing and more since the Nobel Prize has returned to his being and, finally, the role that he was making as a sidekick for the Preysler clan has been revealed.
And, as if that were not enough, camouflaged between the lines of a story, the writer admits that his benefits are already failing, which is a lot to confess for someone, like so many others, after a life of intense love affairs, which seemed to have no end. , you have to resign yourself to the inexorable fall of the empire. Mon Dieu.
