Tamara Falcó, the lining machine: is her pink cotton candy life really hell?

In a book that Tamara Falcó must have read, it is said that “More bitter than the taste of death is the heart of a spiteful woman.” This versioned sentence of Ecclesiastes must be updated and it would be more fair to speak of a spiteful person, valid for them and them. However, there are phrases in the Bible that everyone, including Tamara Falco, we should aim

“You know very well that many times you have also spoken ill of others”, we can also read in the sacred texts. As we can see, all these stories of love, heartbreak and triangles are older than the Old Testament. The new thing is globalization, wild fame, cashing in with joy and ordeal. Cover yourself with spite, sell anger and affection the same. Comedy and tragedy. Sell ​​it all.

A joy is worth Tamara as a hanger to pose in a photo call well paid or record a docujolgorio about his life Art Deco and sell it to Netflix wrapped in fairytale palaces and covers of the Hola, Proposals and wedding announcements as sweet and pink as cotton candy at the amusement park. The disconcerting staging of the profitable personality exhibited by Tamara swings between extreme daring, pathological naivety and hilarious imbecility but the daughter of Isabella Preysler she’s not stupid, she’s a professor of a subject called fame and business, and business that, given the volume it moves, we should take something more seriously in business schools. Anything is worth it: comedy and tragedy coexist in his theater, and he charges admission to all performances.

if the boyfriend Canyon she is in her thirties at the festival and she feels cheated and humiliated, because more people have seen the snogging video than anyone Messi in Qatar, it is also worth it: he does more Photocalls and charges them more expensive, prepares second seasons of its caramelized existence, now with a touch of docudrama, but with his hallmark and common thread: saying “I mean” all the time, showing his fake smile and lining himself up. But not only her: Tamara is a forging machine and turns everything she touches into gold; her boyfriends could take a pick (of money) if they wanted to be influencers, appearing on television or magazines. Inigo Onieva he hasn’t accepted any of the blank checks he’s been issued, probably because he doesn’t need it. But, once touched with the magic wand of the philosopher marquise, he has become great character And that in these times guarantees you a lucrative career as influenceror if you wish, a chair in the programs of Ana Rosa Quintana o Sonsoles Onega, or table in many restaurants. Hugo Arevalo, Tamara’s new friend, a “rat”, according to the aristocrat’s previous boyfriend, is not poor either and that is why we have not yet seen him sitting with Jorge Javier Vazquez recounting the lurid details of their relationships, such as Alba Carrillo, that he has “a son to support”, or showing the notches of his passion, with his pants down, as he did Boris Izaguirre in the same chain, before being a friend of Tamara and the mother who gave birth to her, in the unforgettable Pig Chroniclesthose of Sarda, not Ray Bradbury’s Martians.

As with affections, everyone has their literary preferences. The Bible is always a good idea, but this stuffing machine named Tamara Falcó could include Charles Bukowski in your readings. That other god could expand Tamara’s limited vocabulary, I mean. She has a book of poems Bukowski titled Love is a hound from hell an uncompromising anthology as acid, corrosive and cynical as the everyday absurdity that Tamara stars in. But more sordid and less fake. She tells us what relationships or the human condition can become. The moral is that the unlucky in love can be lucky in the game.

Tamara Falco It is, however much it disguises it, a loser on the board of romanticism but it is undoubtedly a winner in the field of media business, in the famouso. And one of his virtues is that he monetizes his experiences almost better than his mother. Although perhaps Preysler knows the flavors of love and passion exquisitely, more than her daughter. And at her 38 Filipino years (younger than Tamy is now) she already had five children by three different husbands.

You never know but it doesn’t hit me that Bukowski is one of the favorite authors of the daughter of Carlos Falco. Even so, Chinaski can provide tools half a century after his death to help us understand the true universe of the Marchioness, more vulgar than what they sell us, precisely because the brutal sincerity of the author of The fucking machine It is the opposite of Íñigo Onieva’s ex.

And because the vital showcase of this living cover of the Hola named Tamara shows us her days shining with luxury and splendor, but not her true anger, her nights suffering from heartbreak, full of rabid rats and cutting his televised smile with a razor blade called loneliness. Because at night Tamara is alone again and I imagine her sad.

Tamara’s hidden portrait is not the image that sustains her celebrity business, her cardboard life, false and fragile. garcia lorca He said that “life is not noble, nor good, nor sacred”. And the business that haunts us and fills Tamara’s pockets is not the whole truth. It is certain that she earns money by selling a life, but perhaps she is not the authentic one, perhaps Blessed Tamara is a tormented person who lives the ordeal of the truth of her when when she goes to bed she prays and takes off her happy marquise costume .