Carla



Carla Bruni(-Sarkozy)
 
What's amusing with France's First Lady is the feeling of having known of her for longer than most people have been able to count 'til 10. Although it feels like half a life-time ago, one remembers Bruni as a reigning model in the 90's in the age of the Valettas, rather than during the 80's rule of the Turlingtons and Evangelistas. In the 90's she would be equally known for her liasions with such royalties as Eric Clapton, Donald Trump and Mick Jagger. Whatwith the Internet being plastered with nude (yet tasteful and sometimes exquisite, in Bruni's defense) pictures of her some would likely toy with the idea of Bruni being yet another tart turned lady by age. Adding to the story, a character based on her was featured in her sister's (ultra-talented director/actress Valeria Bruni-Tedeschi, most notably known for her fine performances in Francois Ozon's 5x2 and Time to leave) autobiographical directorial debut, It's Easier for a Camel, about their upbringing in a wealthy priviliged Italian family. Not too pleasing for Carla, she was potrayed as a difficult bitch.

Now the former president of the U.S, George W. Bush, was quoted telling Sarkozy in a press conference on his visit to France;  "It was a great pleasure to have been able to meet your wife. She's a really smart, capable woman, and I can see why you married her."  In the public eye she may be Mrs Sarkozy from now on but Bruni is no stranger to talent of her own. Having studied the piano, violin, and guitar while growing up, Bruni surprised both the public and the critics with whom she gained plenty of acclaim when releasing her debut album, Quelqu'un m'a dit, in 2002. Produced and written entirely by Bruni herself, the album is absolutely enchanting with its low key chansons and sometimes perfect lyrics, coming across as effortless.

La dernière minute

Quand j'aurai tout compris, tout vécu d'ici-bas
Quand je serai si vieille, que je ne voudrai plus de moi,
Quand la peau de ma vie sera creusée de routes,
Et de traces et de peines, et de rires et de doutes,
Alors je demanderai juste encore une minute...

Quand il n'y aura plus rien qui chavire et qui blesse,
Et quand meme les chagrins auront l'air d'une caresse,
Quand je verrai ma mort juste au pied de mon lit,
Que je la verrai sourire de ma si petite vie,
Je lui dirai "écoute ! Laisse-moi juste une minute...

Juste encore minute, juste encore minute,
Pour me faire une beauté ou pour une cigarette
Juste encore minute, juste encore minute,
Pour un dernier frisson, ou pour un dernier geste,
Juste encore minute, juste encore minute,
Pour ranger les souvenirs avant le grand hiver,
Juste encore une minute... sans motif et sans but.


 

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