Jose Aguilar
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I cannot begin to write about Amparo Muñoz without alluding to the indelible memory of a presence that impacted me.
I am not only talking about her
aphrodisiac beauty
, but about a personality full of nuances in which her exquisite sensitivity was responsible for each of the things that I have never been able to forget.
Life put the world at her feet with a crown that turned her into an
object of desire that was too fragile
not to suffer all the torments of an existence that became, at times, a routine that was too complicated and alien.
Amparo was never aware of her great magnetism, her
power of seduction,
of all the passions that her presence could awaken... I remember her telling me: "I promise you José that I
was never aware of my beauty.
It was with the passing of time when I realized what, perhaps, it meant, but you know that my interests have followed other paths. I
have never wanted to negotiate with my physique at any level.
It is something that does not interest me.
I have only pretended to be a good actress
and live from my work without great luxuries or pretensions. The power of fame and money have never been my objectives."
I met Amparo when I was 25 years old
, she seemed to me to be a
woman with an infinite power of seduction,
it was not only her beauty, it was her voice, her friendliness, her close nature and that unusual ability to make you the center of everyone's attention. of the minutes you spent with her.
She introduced us to a mutual friend because I wanted to interview him, and from that moment on
we began a truly special relationship.
She was in a very different moment in life than mine, but in many ways she looked like a teenager and I mean that in the best sense of the word.
Her personality captured me
despite the very different lives we led and, almost without realizing it, I found myself sharing some moments of my life with that unrepeatable woman.
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Television.
Amparo Muñoz: the great actress and Miss Universe who fell into heroin and cocaine, was a victim of abuse and died of a brain tumor
Editor: LUIS FERNANDO ROMO
Amparo Muñoz: the great actress and Miss Universe who fell into heroin and cocaine, was a victim of abuse and died of a brain tumor
Sometimes we would talk to Luis Sanz
, who has always been an important person in my life since I met him, and she would tell him with great intensity: "Luis, the three of us are going to do a job together. It could be fantastic for us to join together on a project." for a movie... it could be something from the period... now I'm in my prime..."
That never happened because Luis was on other things, but we continued to see each other frequently, despite the
complicated life that Amparo had
in every sense.
She wanted to enjoy every moment as if it were her last, as if she were aware that her existence would end prematurely and brutally.
Amparo had an
overwhelming energy
, he reinvented himself every morning thinking that everything was possible, fighting against problems in a silent way and cherishing the possibilities of what he considered had to be a full existence.
Amparo Muñoz after being crowned Miss Spain.EFE
From my inexperience, everything seemed too complex to me in a life in which I sensed an
obscurantism that stalked it irremediably.
It was as if a cruel fate wanted to trap her that would not allow him to make too many changes to her itinerary.
I liked Amparo's company
, a lot, the hours seemed like seconds, but I began to feel that
being very close to her meant leading a very different life from the one I wanted to have.
She felt that she was an absolutely free being, a person who did not mind giving up many things but believed that she had to live something that seemed more important to her.
There were no reasons, but I distanced myself
, although in the following years we saw each other on occasion for professional reasons or to share a dinner together.
We talked on the phone, but very little.
After many years we met again.
Amparo was no longer the same, her beautiful body had suffered the cruelty of illnesses, of life's bad experiences, of everything that caused her pain and that she did not know how to channel, of a world that had wanted to devour her without contemplation. .
Everything had been said about her, without qualms, with too many lies, without compassion...
His gaze, feline and shy at the same time, continued to transport you to hidden places where it seemed possible
to be reborn without all the loneliness.
Her hands continued to be the most beautiful, and seemed to want to capture a lost time that had not been generous to her.
With Patxi Andión in the film 'The Other Alcove' (1976).EFE
It was as if Amparo had lived many lives.
He saw her very tired
, despite her efforts to show her best disposition.
She seemed as if she was reluctant to bend the knee in the face of a vital state that was suffocating her, although she did not want to be aware of her state.
All the pressures of the past had been transformed into very different ones.
Now many people seem to understand her in her resignations, but in those years she felt strangled by a grid that tried to restrict each of her movements:
"Above all, I want to be myself, above many, above everything.
Surely there are many things that I haven't done well, but I want to be consistent with my way of acting. What matters to me is not having lost the hope of getting up every morning and enjoying the little things. I want to look at everything that happened to me with perspective..." .
José Aguilar and Amparo MuñozOn loan
We are at the end of 2009
, Amparo had deteriorated considerably
, she had many health problems and although her deterioration was evident, she insisted on her need to work.
I went down to Malaga for a professional commitment and we saw each other several times in those days.
We would meet at the Larios hotel or go up to Gibralfaro, where we would talk for hours and hours.
Her will and strength were surprising
, even though her balance problems were already quite visible.
After many conversations,
Amparo asked me to write a new biography together
.
She had already written her memoirs, but now she wanted to do something different.
I thought it was very good and we started working on it.
After a few weeks
I returned to Malaga and we started the project.
She was excited, happy, almost excited.
I didn't see her well, but we went out to eat, to walk on the beach.
At no time did she express any fear about her situation.
I stayed as many days as I could until the next trip in which we continued with our dynamics.
Her voice was very tired
and her energy was beginning to disappear in a worrying way.
Even so, we continued working with all the enthusiasm and she continued getting ready for each meeting.
When we said goodbye on that occasion we agreed that she would soon come to Madrid, and we agreed that she would stay at my house for a while to continue with the work.
When I said goodbye to her I noticed
great sadness on her face
, but at no time did I think that she would not come out ahead in her battle.
Amparo did not like to talk about her illnesses, her shortcomings, her fears, she just wanted everything to happen somehow.
Everything she had to live was too hard,
it is as if destiny threw her into a hell where only pain existed.
During that season
we spoke almost every day on the phone
and I found her bad, very bad.
She told me: "I'm sure I'll be better tomorrow."
Amparo would never travel to Madrid.
On my next trip to Malaga I saw Amparo in the hospital, I was impressed, her deterioration was very great.
I remember her lying in bed, but in the mood to talk and to place air fresheners and perfumes on her bedside table.
On one of those visits to the hospital, José Luis Uribarri called me and still had the strength to have a fairly animated chat with him.
I said goodbye to her trusting that she would get better
, really, I never thought that she would soon disappear from our lives.
It seemed impossible to me that something like that could happen.
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The last years of Amparo Muñoz: "They told her things like 'she's already drunk or 'she's on drugs', but she pretended not to hear"
Editor: ANDREA M. ROSA DEL PINO
The last years of Amparo Muñoz: "They told her things like 'she's already drunk or 'she's on drugs', but she pretended not to hear"
I never saw her again
.
We talked on the phone constantly, but soon I began to not be able to understand her easily.
So I was aware of her anguish, which was repeated in everyday life in a brutal struggle to move forward.
My professional commitments in those weeks meant that she had to travel to Paris, a friend of hers helped her pick up the phone every day.
She told me in her desperation:
"I don't want to leave, José, I don't want to leave."
With great difficulty I tried to understand her in the following days, but it was already very difficult to decipher each of her words accurately.
The last night, that night,
her friend called me to tell me that everything was over
.
I could not believe it.
My anguish was very great for not being able to be close to her, for not being able to help her more.
No one is prepared to experience such a harsh outcome.
Amparo had left leaving an enigmatic legend
, a myth that remains unfading.
Her fragility could not resist the harshness of a life that made it very difficult for her.
All the questions harassed a swan who left quietly, assuming a departure that broke his soul.
Her cinematographic legacy deserves to be reviewed, but the most important thing is that Amparo
was a coherent and honest woman
with each of the circumstances that she had to live through, with all the consequences and without fearing any of the threats.
An extraordinary existence that paid for the sin of choosing freedom.