I know Carla when she was growing in the quiet town of Turin, Italy and nobody knew she would be in the limelight of world media someday, when the pal Nicolas Sarkozy would date her. Now she is a star Franco-Italian model and singer, while Sarkozy is the president of France, and both are snatching the media attention from the likes of Britney Spears and Spice Girls. Elysée Palace has snatched my dreams of youth, but like a good nice eastern lover, I wish her best of luck, and going to forests to spend the rest of life.
When the world is busy like hell in wondering about the problems like peace in Middle East, bloody chaos in Iraq, war in Afghanistan, suicide attacks in Pakistan, pogrom in India, famine in Somalia, floods in Bangladesh, Sarkozy and Carla are busy in exploring the dreams of each other to the envy and jealousy of many.
Carla Bruni is a lovely soul, and likes to love no matter what. After bestowing her love in affairs with rock stars Mick Jagger and Eric Clapton and tycoon Donald Trump, she has selected the French bird after much thought and spun. You cannot excuse Carla as some greedy creature, as she is one of the world’s top-20 highest-paid models, with a yearly salary of $7.5 million, she always goes for the looks and the profile and not to forget the chances for more exposure.
There are some people in France who are not as open-hearted as I am, and so in their utter jealousy they are suggesting that if Carla is going to be the first lady of France, then the word ‘lady’ needs a serious redefinition. Sarkozy is only following the line of Napoleon and Josephine.