Actress Rosa Mariscal dies, our friend | Television

Behind a familiar face, a television, film and theater face, there is always someone’s friend, someone’s girlfriend, the daughter, the sister of… The actress Rosa Mariscal (Madrid, 1970) was our friend. Known as Dr. Andrea Valverde in Hospital Central, Rosa She was the queen of laughter. A vital force. An absolutely precious and unique being, with a singing voice and contagious joy. She is a lover of everything that can be loved: big, small and medium. A mass of positivity, even when she spoke to you from there, from the edge of the abyss, the one in which we all know that we will say goodbye to everything. She today she left, letting her whastapp will pass through the screen. Without saying goodbye and filling this Friday with rain. Like a goddess.

We met her in her facet as an actress, acting and preparing her role, as perfectionist as tenacious. a certain idea of ​​happiness, was the title of the short by Javier Asenjo in which we saw it for the first time. She had that aura of the great ones, which go over her forceful beauty as if nothing had happened and show you a disturbing world, hers. “A Monica Vitti of life”, the director described her. She repeated with him in the Aragonese Pyrenees, during some unforgettable days in Torla, while they filmed that hilarious madness of Trip to Surtsey. How much we laughed, what a good time we had.

His professional seriousness contrasted with his overwhelming naturalness, his highly educated discretion and that refined humility with which he listened to everything that could be learned or known: those eyes, like saucers, like huge admiration signs ready to extol the world.

Sometimes she kept questions to herself, perhaps because she already knew the answers, and when you decided to share with her something that had been on your mind for a long time, she would look at you and smile. He smiled a lot. She already knew. And you loved her even more for what she had known how to keep silent. It was amazing.

The general public knows her for her leading role in Hospital Centralor for those he made in Journalists, heirsoh 7 lives; or in movies like holes in the soulby Fernando Merinero, when you come back to my sideby Gracia Querejeta, the Love, curiosity, prozak and doubts, by Miguel Santesmases. And in theater, where she gave life to characters from plays like they were all my children o A lost bullet.

Twitter and different media have been filled with those memories, which would surely have made her feel uncomfortable. She had a certain allergy to loas, but she will have no choice but to forgive us for this necessary vent.

Rosa never stopped working. If she couldn’t act, she became a casting director. If things didn’t come out on TV or the movies, she turned to the theater. If she couldn’t leave the house, she used her voice for audio stories. And if nothing came out, she would make things full of secrets: elements for a function with a dollhouse, storied old notebooks with fabrics and cutouts… nothing was just what it seemed with Rosa, you were always waiting for the surprise.

The last afternoon we saw each other, even with the masks on, we took them off at times to laugh out loud. We had turned a couple of bars in the square near her house into “the office” where we went to see her. We talked about theater, songs, pianos, art, series, loves and heartbreaks, and plans that we knew we were never going to carry out. The pandemic robbed us of time, of the little time we knew we had left, and it was even less.

We were waiting for him to return to Florence with Iván, to get to know the square and the river of La Hiruela, the spa, return to the sea (“eternal baths in the sea”), have a drink at the beach bar, the bodorrio that we were going to set up, paellas and birthdays, hers and ours, which we never missed (the most important date of the year), and thousands and thousands of daily confidences… Life, more life, was left pending, we have been orphaned as a friend.

–