Sighing Before the Mirror

With nothing better to do (governing, for example), Mireya has spent her last rounds in the Presidency preserving her image in amber for posterity. Here is the proof:

She has personally inaugurated every chapel or ford that crossed her path. She called half of Panama with recorded messages that kept the line busy even if you hung up on her. She added her face to the Centennial logo after it had been used for a year with only the image of Amador Guerrero. She enlisted herself in the Centennial sticker album as many times as she could, even as an honorary firefighter. She put her hands in the cement of the Centennial Bridge (and her foot in it everywhere else), and then inaugurated it before it was finished. And now, one for the road: she will unveil her own sculpture.

By the way, did I mention that she minted a gold coin with her effigy? Let us hope she does not take it into her head to rename Pedasí “Moscoso City.” She is, all proportions kept, our Napoleona: a homegrown Narcissa who sighs in love before the mirrors of the Palace of the Herons. With her egocentrism, Mireya has achieved what seemed impossible: to make El Toro look humble. Power must have stupefying properties: it takes naivety to believe that such streamers will sweeten her memory as one of the most mediocre rulers of the years without dictatorship.

It is said that today Mireya visited the artist who sculpted her bust, and told him: “It looks just like me, but take a little off, I’m smaller.” Indeed, infinitely.