A million years ago, as only a teenager could, I would have declared my heartfelt love for Raquel Welch’s body. Now I don’t know what to call it but the feeling survives and was unrepeatable. The standard meter is preserved in the Museum of Sciences and Measurements in Paris, and all subsequent meters must be compared. Pre-Latin Raquel Tejada displayed the anatomy that half of humanity should be able to measure. She should be forgiven for her disappointment in sleeping haphazardly, often without telling, with the most important men of her generation. Instead he explained she went out without a condom in her purse because she never did it on the first date, whether it was with Warren Beatty or Bob Dylan.
It drove men crazy without the need to catch it. patron saint of the body I hated her status as an unmistakable cover girl.who ripped magazines from newsagents, but soon integrated this shortcoming into his profitable profession as an entrepreneur of beauty. There isn’t a single guy who isn’t willing to accept her and admire her, supposedly she’s dated men she’s been ahead of for decades because her anatomy never reached 82 years of her identity. To keep his wealth under control, he had to maintain his bumblebee diameter until yesterday.
We cried at the last obituaries Anita Ekberg and Gina Lollobrigida, absolute zero temperatures and nuclear power, but none of the competitors emitted Raquel Welch’s symbolic radiation. It should be written with a shield of precaution, because everything that the recently deceased actress symbolized is worse than a crime today, it’s a sin. It provides one of the few examples and instances where eroticism has invalidated pornography, I prefer her white bikini to prehistoric rags, before the scalpel she only bragged about having operated on Linda Evangelista’s nose, which she inherited from her. Raquel Welch teaches us that the body may not be the only thing that matters, it is also the only thing we have.