Photos of holidays, relaxing at the theater, at exhibitions or with grandmother and children: this is how the presenter narrates the separation. Waiting (perhaps) for the court
A story of pain and Rolexof suffering and Chanel, a story that all of us spectators – children of a voyeur society – in these years of football & you are unique, of goals & thumbs in the mouth, from here I study at you stadium, we have followed more and more by intruders, before with the covers of gossip newspapers, then with social media to make the life of Ilary Blasi and Francesco Totti a permanent soap, fiction and continuous exposure in the collective hope that the perfect couple really exists. The story between Lady Totti and Mr Blasi is a story that ends after 20 years of love, in three stages that, in her eyes, are consumed in a few months: first the conviction, then the disappointment, finally the rebirth.
THE CAPTAIN DIVED IN RIVERS OF WORDS. YOU ANSWER IN PICTURES. A MIRROR THAT REVEALS THE CRACKS OF ROME, IN A MIX OF DISILLUSION AND GREAT BEAUTY
At the beginning Ilary was convinced: Francesco swore that there is nothing, that Noemi saw her only in the photo, not in the room, so he must have no reason to doubt. When Dagospia starts talking about an intruder between the two, Ilary behaves as usual: how many flirtations in recent years had been attributed to her husband? She asks for routine explanations, why she has to do it, not why she thinks it might be true this time. He puts on the second expression he is capable of (the one with a smile), confident and bold as when he took a penalty: I’m all bullshit. For this Ilary when he goes to very true from Silvia Toffanin part of the office; in good faith she exposes herself to bare skin, even naive in not thinking even for a moment that her husband might have told herthis time or this time too, a lie. He talks about lies and inferences constructed in order to harm them, brings up the media fury, up to the sentence that he would never have uttered if she had had even half suspicion of having been betrayed: Some national newspapers broke the news as if it were certain, making a shit figure.
The double press release
It was March. Time gap. July. The double communiqué arrives – already separated even in the communication strategies – to announce that yes, their story is over. It is said that Totti’s words are sweeter and more accommodating, while Ilary is cold and detached. It is not necessary to resort to Freud and the sense of guilt: he has something to be forgiven, she disappointed and incredulous. Anyone would be aloof. In Rome then many know. The words of Cassano come to mind, who knows Totti better than Freud: I have had more than 600 women and I keep myself low – said Cassano -, the football player who was most keen on was Francesco Totti! Me, Vieri and Inzaghi did not reach the level of the Pupo. Then Ilary took it out of my hands. But we know that the wolf, or the Pupo, loses its fur but not its vice. With hindsight, Ilary mentally reviews the past years, the castle of fidelity in which she believed collapses. Rome summarizes the situation in a joke: Ilary has seen things that could ruin about fifty families.
The fairy tale we believed in
Ilary wounded; angry. The fable she believed in – that we all believed in – suddenly broke. Hard blow, but Ilary has broad shoulders to bear and support herself and her family. The trip to Tanzania was already organized (paid by me he reproaches her, but it will certainly not be a trip to ruin it …), just make a change of name on a ticket: instead of Mr Francesco Totti there is his sister Mrs Silvia Blasi. These are weeks of silence, in which social media speak for themselves. Hot (and cold) the certainty that the wounded Ilary sends messages to her ex-husband (another clue about betrayed and traitor, the first wants revenge, the second waits motionless for the other’s moves), so the stories on Instagram are transformed into public albums, with fairytale landscapes, shining photos, images with his boys : Francesco, look at you are lost. Tanzania and the Dolomites, the Marches and Croatia, a holiday (as far as possible) to forget.
The third time of a free woman
At the beginning of September, Ilary’s third time starts, a woman who grew up next to a man who has always remained himself. He has been a footballer for 20 years; she from letter to leading presenter, finally butterfly. A free woman, always forced to fight certain stereotypes (even blonde …): she wants to take back her life, the protection of the children’s tranquility as a compass to move. While she waits for the legal battle sitting along the river bank she returns to a normal life, she can finally wander around Rome without the crowd of fans chasing selfies, without the line of devotees who want to touch the Captain as if he were a relic, because when He passes by the waters do not open but close, all crowded around. She resumes doing those things as a couple, but when ever. Like theater and exhibitions, which for Totti are worse than a pack of defenders who haven’t touched ankles for months. First the dance show with Eleonora Abbagnato, then the exhibition with Andy Warhol’s paintings. Basically not bad …
The interview given by Francesco to Cazzullo
A moment of bewilderment, the interview given by Totti to Aldo Cazzullo on the Corriere della Sera. Another blow to her that she did not expect her ex-husband to tell their business like that (curious is the case of those who, like him, professed to think about the serenity of their children and then are not silent on secondary issues such as watches and bags). She picks up the thread of the stories, publishes the grandmother who prepares the dough for the fettuccine, shows the return of good habits while watching
Who has seen?
in the living room, he jokes about the Rolexes. An Olympic calm despite the amazement that he – unlike her – talks about things that would be better kept private. Like the famous watches – which she still claims are hers (the court will decide, if necessary) – or the question of his (her) alleged lovers, in the plural. Even if the confirmation messages, of which Totti spoke, in reality there would not be. So: what are you saying, Francesco?
A mixture of magnitude and disillusionment
A new beginning. Why Ilary Blasi always faces life (and television, where the essence of people shines through) with his very true Roman figure, made of disenchantment and cynicismof sincerity and frankness, a mixture of magnitude and disillusionment that has its roots in Rome where you can breathe the air of the capital of the Empire but decayed, where you come to terms with the strength of history and the need for a present with many emotional cracks, but where then the Great Beauty soothes all pain. No masks, few filters (maybe just someone on Instagram).
October 8, 2022 (change October 8, 2022 | 09:51)
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