At times, talk with Ágatha Ruiz de la Prada It’s like opening a colored trunk: messy, fascinating and always unexpected. It is not surprising the great paradox that stars the ex -wife of Pedro J. Ramírez: He humbles herself to drag on the sets to raise some coins because she needs money but at the same time she is a gold mine, an ideal reef illustrate a chronicle about the extravagances of the Spanish high society that is seen. Its presence, paid as the peas are paid that parade through this pathetic catheter of decadent television, came seasoned with that effective dose of vulnerability and the melancholic brightness of an aristocrat who does not know (or wants) to live far from the focus. And more if they pay you for the function.
In a week full of controversies, threats and, of course, explosive statements, Ágatha has become the protagonist of an episode that mixes fashion, pride and the uncontrollable chaos of social networks.
It’s Friday, and on Telecinco’s set, Ágatha appeared as a kind of wounded bird. Its clothing, as always, is a cry of vitality: vibrant colors, textures that challenge the rules. But there is something in your gesture, a fatigue that not even fuchsias tones can hide. “The first thing I want to do is ask for forgiveness”, Start saying, almost as if it were in the confessional of a media chapel. The second is a litany of explanations that go from confusion to self -defense. “This started foolishly, on Saturday at half past four in the afternoon. We didn’t realize anyone.”
The apology comes after an unexpected storm. It all started with a phrase said without malice – or so she, and we believe it – about how she felt living between move boxes: “I feel free, without norms, like a gypsy.” That comparison unleashed a hurricane of criticism and led public figures as Lolita Flores To go to the ring, not to dance, but to demand an apology so they considered a racist and class comment. Ágatha, baffled, tried to turn off the fire: a private message to Lolita, an audio recorded between haste, and, finally, a statement on her Instagram. But the fire had already spread.
“I have felt super unprotected,” Agatha lamented in a broken voice. “Where I was going, there were journalists. Even in the train in Barcelona. I had to eat in my studio for the first time in life because I did not dare to leave.” There is something tragic in its way of narrating media harassment, but also a certain theatrical drama, as if somehow knew that, although painful, this is part of the show.
Ágatha not only faces public trial. Between racks, her boyfriend, José María Díaz Patón, He has fed the controversy with more controversial (and less spontaneous) statements towards Lolita and an apparent ignorance of the role that discretion plays when one is linked to a public figure. “I have asked him for a thousand times not to defend me. I defend myself alone,” Ágatha says, suggesting a fracture in its relationship. “Almost all the boyfriends I have had like the microphone a lot, go crazy with the microphone, ” Add with a mixture of resignation and mockery.
But the real emotional blow came when threats began. “The director of my livid store came, saying that I had called the head of the gypsies and that 40 people came to burn it.” It was then that Agatha, Panic prey, contacted the alleged leader, a man who turned out to be “the most nice uncle in the world.” The conversation, far from being tense, ended in something almost surreal: “He asked me to record a video apologizing. I told him that I was without makeup, but in the end I recorded an audio, and it was happy.”
In his maze of justifications, Ágatha sails between the fault and the defense of his love for gypsy culture. “I love it, it has always fascinated me. The gypsy word was a beautiful word for me, something romantic, nomadic, free.” But in his tone there is an echo of confusion, as if he did not completely understand how a phrase, for her so innocent, had become a symbol of everything that should not be said.
“Is an aunt who is moving cochine?”
Meanwhile, criticisms continue to arrive from all fronts. Bárbara Rey called her “pig” on television, which led Ágatha to a bitter reflection: “Is an aunt who is moving cochine? I do not know how to cook, that is true, but it deals well with everyone. “The defense mixes with a hint of self -criticism: she is willing to admit her failures, but only to where she herself considers it appropriate.
The relationship with Lolita, on the other hand, seems to have found a common land. “I sent him a message on Monday at a quarter past nine, asking for forgiveness. I told her that I always admired her, that it was a phrase made and that I did not want to offend. She replied that she understood it, but that there are phrases that are already obsolete. “Here, Ágatha shows his most human side, that of someone who, although trapped in a whirlwind of his own creation, does not want to lose the friendship of someone whom he Deep deeply.
And then there is the parade of accusations about his treatment of his employees. In the afternoon program, a former employee accused the queen of hearts of labor abuse and throwing a chocolate in his face. The great designer (National Prize) responds with a mixture of disbelief and humor: “Me? Launch a chocolate? But if I don’t know or cook.” In its version, that employee, called Maria, is nothing more than a name lost in time, someone whose presence barely remembers.
The week comes to an end, and agatha, between nerve and pleas, asks for some indulgence: “Do you think you give me for forgiven in this controversy? Is that I get into trouble unintentionally.” But the final phrase, said almost like a whisper, reveals what really restless: “I hope the blood does not reach the river.”
In Ágatha Ruiz de la Prada, we find a novel character, but not those who have written so far. A better, of someone who lives as if every day was a performance, but whose vulnerability, despite the brightness and laughter, appears at least expected. His life is a mosaic of contradictions: aristocratic, but natural; irreverent, but aware of the power of words; eccentric, but deeply human. And in this week of storms and apologies, it has made it clear that, at the end of the day, all you want is the same as all: a little peace and a little understanding.
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