She feels Italian. She has an anger problem. And she did 14 years of psychoanalysis to resolve it. Carla Bruni gives an interview to Oggi in which she confesses that she doesn’t like being called Carlà: «I’m Italian». And that in France “they don’t know how to make pasta, at the Elysée I explained how to cook spaghetti”. She still likes to transgress: did she see the security outside? Well, every now and then in the middle of the night I escape out the back and go out alone.” And she only eats in the evening: «Digesting makes me tired. And maybe yes, I’m afraid of gaining weight. I don’t know, I don’t think about it much.” She then explains what happens when she gets angry: I overturn tables, I break chairs. Less so now, after 14 years of psychoanalysis. But it’s my temperament.”
His typical day
Then she talks about her typical day: «When I wake up I don’t understand anything, I start to flower around seven in the evening. I lock myself here in the study until three in the morning: I make music, I read. It’s magical, the night.” And she says that it’s not true that she wanted to denounce Fiorello for imitating him: «In fact I thanked him! Once we even thought about doing a sketch together: I had to open the door for him, say “What the hell”, and slam it in his face. There was no way, too bad. I don’t mind being made fun of at all, for a person who feels inconsistent it’s an honor.” She feels she is «a little far from reality, that’s it. Basically, I’m a loner: solitude, for me, is a cure. I have the little neuroses of all people who live in a certain comfort. And I’m a little traumatized, yes.”
Alcohol addiction
He also talks about his addiction to alcohol: «Addiction is not a why, it’s a how. It is a way of life that starts from afar, a reassuring gesture. Before alcohol there was sugar, as a child I drank 30 Coca Cola a day. I’m excessive, I have no middle ground. So, I have to control myself.” When she found out she had breast cancer she was “scared. Like feeling a bullet grazing your head, she wow: one millimeter further and you’re dead.” Finally, more than getting older, it bothers her «that there is little time left to live. I feel every second that passes, do you know that we are already in summer? How many summers does someone have in their life, 80, 85? I’m already at 56.” And in twenty years she imagines herself “with a guitar in her hand, singing on the subway”.
