The saddest hairstyle

In the news from ARA about the company of José Luis Rodríguez Zapatero's two daughters, which received more than a million euros from companies investigated by the judge, we see a photograph of one of them leaving that company.

We only saw them once, when they were minors. They were photographed with their parents and the Obamas by the official White House photographer. For an hour and a half, the photo was on the White House website until they removed it. The girls were dressed as goths, in black tunics and military boots. There was a lot of talk about it and so much mockery (adult mockery, against the father) that it must have reached them. You are a young girl and you dress as a goth or a dog or a princess or you are too thin or too fat or you have pimples and you go on and you witness with astonishment the clumsy growth of your body and your mind, until everything falls into place. But a photo like these kills you. It makes you feel ridiculous and ugly. I also have the feeling of unease with the daughters of the Kings of Spain.

I look at the one who was one of the two gothic girls. She is dressed in black and wears dark glasses, but this time her clothes are the first thing she found. Her hair tells everything about her. She has partially pulled it back, but without even looking. Why look? The parting on the left side we see as a result of the sad ponytail is crooked, it zigzags, as if a motherless child had done it. The carelessness of this girl's hair —a morbid, don't-give-a-damn carelessness— comes from the gothic photo and shows us a person who seems very unhappy. I was always surprised, conversely, by Madeleine McCann's mother in front of the press. “How could she have made such a cute ponytail if she lost her daughter?” I wondered. What is painful inside a woman who has done her ponytail like Zapatero's daughter?