Socialist and president like Sánchez, but with the powers of a monarch, François Mitterrand was also a politician in love. Now, Pedro Sánchez has written that he wants to abandon power for a single woman: “If you tell me come…”. The Frenchman’s feminine devotion was more plural. His loving thoughts are summarized in a confidence to a friend, which appears in the biography of Franz-Olivier Giesbert: “You can’t have them all, but you have to try.”
Mitterrand was apparently more attentive to the geography of female bodies than to French geopolitics. According to the biographer, while he was at war, his girlfriend left him. To ward off failure, he became a sleepless conqueror. At her funeral, Danielle Mitterrand had to accept the presence of Anne Pingeot and her daughter Mazarine, who made polygamy (today called polyamory) official. Now, those two stable couples were not enough for the president. In addition to many quick adventures and star moments with actresses and celebrities, Mitterrand had a long relationship with a third, Swedish lover. They claim that he was extremely compliant with all three.
After the president died, Françoise Giroud wrote in L’Express: “If I had wanted to, I would have seduced a stone: sober gesture, eyes bright with mischief, a calm voice, words carpeted with a shawl.” Who could speak with words soft as a shawl! Of course, he was compared to Mozart’s Don Giovanni, who, as his servant Leporello sings in a famous aria, conquered, “1,003 women! Sweet or haughty… Thin in summer, plump in winter…”. It is convenient to specify that Mitterrand’s seductive mania did not imply a lack of respect for the condition of women: a concerned advisor upon seeing that a handsome sports instructor visited Danielle Mitterrand with suspicious frequency, told the president, who responded: “You can’t Ask a woman for more than you give her!
You see, I have decided to take these days of presidential reflection with irony. But I don’t want to end the article with some jokes. One of the oldest texts I remember writing in this diary was called “Sowers of Hate.” He reflected on poisonous journalism. Everything that has happened in the last 25 years is contaminated by that horrible sowing. The terrible story of 11-M, the adventure of the Estatut, the selfish management of the 2008 crash, the rise and fall of Podemos, the euphoria of the process and its tears for prison, the sentence, the pardon. With the consensus of the transition extinguished, in the nineties we resumed the spiral of conflict that coincides with the brutal massacres of the war on both sides; and with prison, exile and the infinite repression of 40 years. Everyone knows that today, without the umbrella of Europe, our Piel de Toro would be as desolate as Gaza.
The tension is not pleasant. Hence, among the crossfire, well-intentioned preaching also abounds. Moralism is easy to write. However, as doctors do, before prescribing medicines, it is advisable to get the diagnosis right. To stop the spiral of hatred we would need to agree: Who threw the first stone? There is the knot. For some, including myself, it was Aznar. For others, it was Zapatero. Until we agree on the diagnosis, Spain will continue flirting with tragedy. Oh, if one day the European umbrella breaks down!
