MY OWN PERFUME

AUDREY  has everything, her own perfume,L'Interdit (" Forbidden") created exclusively  in 1957 by French fashion designer Hubert de Givenchy,they met on the set of Sabrina and he fell in love. Audrey is charming, knows how to cast a spell,became his muse and lifelong  friends,year in, year out Audrey inspires Hubert,wears his designs, of course compliments of  Givenchy Haute Couture. I love Biki and Alain Reynaud but don't get anything free and no perfume, it would be nice to have my own  Eau de Toilette,CASTA DIVA,that would be the day. Her Interdit is fresh and very chic.Audrey told me that they created it together with Perfumer Francis Fabron,essences de  bergamot and rose, and jasmine and lily of the valley.Audrey won the Oscar for Best Actress in 1953 the year she took the world by storm , Roman Holiday with Gregory Peck !
 Had a  string of successes  Breakfast at Tiffany's,written for Marilyn who turned it down ,Sabrina and Paris When it Sizzles. The woman has everything,fame,fortune,a son and respect .

THE DICTATE OF MY HEART

THE DICTATE OF MY HEART

10 September 1959

 I lost my voice the day I left Titta,as a soprano I need daily practice,care and stability that Titta provided.Had I not  given up everything for Ari I would be singing today Juliette,Ophelie,Dalila and Carmen,the mezzo parts of French opera,French like Italian was created for singing.

La Maxwell showed me her realm,offered me to be her lady-in-waiting,I wanted to be queen of Ari's jet set,and be his woman.

After the Gala of the century,Eurovision's extravaganza,the French offered me their kingdom,L'Opera de Paris,to sing anything,everything I wished,at the same time Ari offered me to be his woman.I couldn't have both,being his mistress was a full time occupation,to be at his beck and call. .

I was in love with the man and his kingdom,a pharmacist's daughter in the world of the Rich and Famous.During the cruise I made my mind to follow my heart,to give up everything for him,I was blind,a fool,the only way to keep him was to keep my identity,to remain in the limelight,he wanted La Callas,not the woman.He destroyed my life,my voice,my destiny.

LA TEBALDI AND I

In the early 1950s, there was an enormous controversy and rivalry between  Renata Tebaldi and me.She was an Italian lyrico spinto soprano and sang nothing else. The contrast between my voice with its unconventional vocal qualities and Tebaldi's classically beautiful sound resurrected an argument as old as opera itself, namely, beauty of sound versus the expressive use of sound.

In 1951, Tebaldi and I were  booked for a  recital in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil. Although we agreed that neither would perform encores,Tebaldi took  not just one but two, and I was incensed.It began the rivalryand it got worse and worse and became very  personal indeed

--- "I have one thing that Callas doesn't have: a heart"

I answered back in Time magazine

--- It's ridiculous to compare our voices, it's like  "comparing Champagne with Coca Cola .We can be rivals only  when Tebaldi sings Norma or Medea one night and Lucia and Anna Bolena the next, as far I am concerned La Tebaldi would never be able to do what I did at the Venice opera in 1949. Signora Tebaldi essays only late Verdi and verismo parts.Not surprising the signora has a ESSAYS ONY sIGNORA tEBALDI 

According to John Ardoin, however, these two singers should never have been compared.^[16] Tebaldi was trained byCarmen Melis, a noted verismo specialist, and she was rooted in the early 20th century Italian school of singing just as firmly as Callas was rooted in 19th century bel canto.^[16] Callas was a dramatic soprano, whereas Tebaldi considered herself essentially a lyric soprano. Callas and Tebaldi generally sang a different repertoire: in the early years of her career, Callas concentrated on the heavy dramatic soprano roles and later in her career on the bel canto repertoire, whereas Tebaldi concentrated on late Verdi and verismo roles, where her limited upper extension^[31] and her lack of a florid technique were not issues.^[16] They shared a few roles, including Tosca in Puccini's opera and La Gioconda, which Tebaldi performed only late in her career.

Yes we were rivals, and we didn't like each other, nothing personal I only wanted to dethrone her as the Prima Dona Assoluta of Italy and she didn't like what I stood for,for her as for every one before and after her, singing was singing, acting on stage and acting with the voice was for the birds.I agree that she  had little things going for her and I said so publicly

-- "I admire Tebaldi's tone; it's beautiful,also  has some beautiful phrasing. Sometimes, not always I actually wish I had her voice.and I like her sound judgement" At one point of her career she wanted to essay La Gioconda and asked  Francis Robinson of the Met to recommend a recording so she could listen and learn. Being fully aware of our rivalry, he recommended Zinka Milanov's version. A few days later, he went to visit Tebaldi,  to find her listening to my recording. She then looked up at him and asked,more than her singing I admire her sound judgement.

 ----"Why didn't you tell me Maria's was the best?". The rivalry was very good , because it created much publicity and  enormous interest about us, very good in the end.

--- Her voice is very different,is really something unusual, from now on she stayed near the radio every time  that there was something on radio by me.

Vocal decline[edit]

MOTHER, DEMENTIA AND GENIUS

The apartment house in Athens where Callas lived from 1937 to 1945

I was born Sophia Cecelia Kalos at Flower Hospital in Manhattan, on December 2, 1923.My parents George and Evangelia Kalogeropoulos  immigrated from Greece that same year,they were  unhappy living togrther, had nothing in common.He had no ambition or dream,took life and things as they came,had no interest in the arts. Mother was a go-getter,ambitious, had  dreams of stardom.for herself, to be an actress,unfortunately  had no talent,was an actrice manquee.To make things worse Father was a  philanderer,their married life was an unhappy one from day one,things.came worse when my brother Vassilis  born in 1920 died  two years later from meningitis. Father decided to immigrate to America, to New York City  to start a new life, a decision which Mother greeted with hysterical shoutings,an early stage of  her dementia .We sailed to New York in July 1923, moving first into an apartment in Astoria, Queens.My parents were desperate to have a son, when I was born Mother's despair  was so great that she refused to look at me for four days.My birth was the final blow to their marriage.When I  was 4, Father opened his own little pharmacy, and we moved to our new home on 192nd Street in Washington Heights.,I  grew up was lonely,unhappy  so spent time  playing the pianola and singing, One day Mother when listening  to me ,with her maternal instincts, had a stroke of genius, sensed my musical gifts,so began pushing and pulling.I became her second victim,made me to sing to everyone, everywhere. Father and Mother fought ,argued day and night, it was hell at home for the four of us, in retrospect  I believe Mother  was sexually frustrated,has an excess of sexual hormones that were not satisfied, Father refusing to come near,talk to her.In 1937 Mother decided to move back to Greece so her family could finance my musical training, and to get away from a husband that she hated and despised,.Another stroke of genius from a madwoman,History will say that my mother was the first person behind the genius.

My relationship with Mother got worse during the years in Greece,Jackie was outgoing and  pretty,Mother and everyone  loved and preferred her. I was the ugly duckling, fat and clumsy,unpopular. It was cruel  to make me feel ugly and unwanted when I was a child, and I'll never forgive nor forget her for taking my childhood away. 

During  Word War II Mother pushed me to go out and sing for Italian and German soldiers,I never slept with them,never slept for money or food during the Axis occupation of Greece. I have not  forgotten nor forgiven her for using me for that kind of prostitution.After I met Titta who loved and respected his own Mom, for him she was a Madonna, to please him I took Mother with me  on my first visit to Mexico in 1950, but things got worse between us, we had nothing in common and there was no love lost between us,living together only  brought back  unhappy memories,reawakened the old angers and resentments,so after leaving Mexico, the two of us never met again.E Finita La Commedia.

In Athens I received my musical training, the best in the world as far as I was concerned. In the summer of 1937, Mother took me to audition for Maria Trivella at the  Greek National Conservatoire,At first sight Madame Trivella was not impressed , I was fat,wearing thick glasses and shabbily dressed..

Whatever I sang she liked it , years later after I became La Callas she said  :

  ----" The tone of her voice was warm, lyrical, intense, it swirled and flared like a flame and filled the air with melodious reverberations like a carillon. It was by any standards an amazing phenomenon, or rather it was a great talent that needed control, technical training and strict discipline in order to shine with all its brilliance".

Maria Callas with her teacher Elvira de Hidalgo in 1954

Madame Trivella agreed to tutor me for free, waiving her tuition fees, but no sooner had I started my lessons and vocal exercises than Madame Trivella felt  I was not a contralto, as she had been told, but a dramatic soprano. So she  began working on raising the tessitura of my voice and to lighten its timbre. 

---" Mary was a model student,fanatical, uncompromising, dedicated to her studies heart and soul. Her progress was phenomenal,she studied five, six hours a day,every day.After six months, she was good enough to sing the most difficult arias in the international opera repertoire with the utmost musicality".

On April 11, 1938, for my public debut, I ended the recital of  Madame Trivella's class at the Parnassos music hall with a duet fromTosca.

I studied with Madame Trivella for two years before Mother decided to move me to the Athens Conservatory,so I auditioned for Elvira de Hidalgo. I sang  "Ocean, Thou Mighty Monster" from Weber's Oberon.
Elvira recalled hearing "tempestuous, extravagant cascades of sounds, as yet uncontrolled but full of drama and emotion".
She agreed to take me as a pupil immediately, but Mother asked de Hidalgo to wait for a year, as I would be graduating from the National Conservatoire and could begin working, bringing home some  much needed income.. On April 2, 1939, I sang  the part of Santuzza in a student production of Mascagni's Cavalleria rusticana at the Olympia Theatre, and in the fall of the same year Mother enrolled  me at the Athens Conservatoire in Elvira de Hidalgo's class.

--- De Hildalgo had the real great training, maybe even the last real training of the real bel canto. As a young girl—thirteen years old—I was immediately thrown into her arms, meaning that I learned the secrets, the ways of this bel canto, which of course as you well know, is not just beautiful singing. It is a very hard training; it is a sort of a strait-jacket that you're supposed to put on, whether you like it or not. You have to learn to read, to write, to form your sentences, how far you can go, fall, hurt yourself, put yourself back on your feet continuously. De Hidalgo had one method, which was the real bel canto way, where no matter how heavy a voice, it should always be kept light, it should always be worked on in a flexible way, never to weigh it down. It is a method of keeping the voice light and flexible and pushing the instrument into a certain zone where it might not be too large in sound, but penetrating. And teaching the scales, trills, all the bel canto embellishments, which is a whole vast language of its own.^[11]

De Hidalgo later recalled Callas as "a phenomenon... She would listen to all my students, sopranos, mezzos, tenors... She could do it all."^[13] Callas herself said that she would go to "the conservatoire at 10 in the morning and leave with the last pupil ... devouring music" for 10 hours a day. When asked by her teacher why she did this, her answer was that even "with the least talented pupil, he can teach you something that you, the most talented, might not 

WHO AM I ?

La Divina  , American-born Greek soprano and the greatest opera singer of the 20th century. My bel canto technique, wide-ranging voice and dramatic gifts set me apart and above.I sang  classical opera seria, bel canto operas of Donizetti, Bellini and Rossini and  Verdi and Puccini; and, in my early career,  Wagner and Beethoven. 

They called me La Divina because of my  musical and dramatic talents ,l was born in New York City and raised by an overbearing mother, received my musical education in Greece and established my career in Italy. Forced to deal with the exigencies of wartime poverty and with myopia that left me nearly blind onstage, I endured struggles and scandal from day one of my career.

I turned herself from a heavy woman into a svelte and glamorous one after a mid-career weight loss, which might have contributed to my vocal decline and the premature end of my career. The press exulted in publicizing my temperamental behavior, my rivalry with Renata Tebaldi andmy love affair with Aristotle Onassis. My dramatic life and personal tragedy have often overshadowed Callas the soprano in the popular press, my artistic achievements were such that Leonard Bernstein called me "the Bible of opera"^[2] and  Opera News wrote of me "I am the definition of the diva as artist—and still one of classical music's best-selling vocalists."^[3]

THE MAN I LOVED

THE DICTATE OF MY HEART

10 September 1959

 I lost my voice the day I left Titta,as a soprano I need daily practice,care and stability that Titta provided.Had I not  given up everything for Ari I would be singing today Juliette,Ophelia,
Dalila and Carmen,the mezzo parts of French opera,French like Italian was created for the voice.

La Maxwell showed me her kingdom,parties day and night and costume balls, offered me to be her lady in waiting,at a price , to be her consort in and out of the boudoir, to be her woman.

Had I not  given up everything for my man,I would  be singing today the French repertoire,French like Italian was created for the voice, and their mezzo parts were perfect for me at that stage of my career.

After the Eurovision Gala,the French offered me their kingdom,L'Opera de Paris,to sing anything,everything I wished,at the same time Ari wanted me to be his woman,offered me his  kingdom,an island in the Aegean sea..I could have had both, however being his mistress was a full time job,at his  beck and call.

I was in love,a pharmacist's daughter living in the kingdom  of the Rich and Famous,during the cruise I made my mind to follow my heart,to give up everything for him,I was blind,a fool,the only way to keep him was to keep my identity,to remain in the limelight,he wanted La Callas,not the woman.One of the richest man of Europe worth at tat time some five hundred millions,$ 500.000.000. I thought he loved me ,he destroyed my life, my voice,my destiny.

CALLAS' DAYS

ANNA BOLENA  :V Days
It happened in April, the year 1957.I was determined, I wanted a role and nights that remain in the human consciousness,my V Days,C days.It happened to be Bolena,Luchino's Traviata and Sonnambula were sublime, near genius,not good enough,I wanted to act and sing a part that no one,no one can act and sing and made history.

On the first day of rehearsal I sensed that Bolena was going to be it.It was Visconti's fourth Scala production for me,Gianandrea Gavazzeni conducts,Giulietta Simionato,my Jane Seymour was very good but not good enough to eclipse me,Nicola Benois' designed magnificent sets in all shades of greys to complement music and my etats d' ame,Anna Bolena's last days,a wounded Queen,a mother in 

despair,a woman in love who dies from the hands of a king who swore her eternal love.A 

Queen judged by history,I wanted to do her justice,pride and splendour in everything she did,to sing and act with fury,beyond anyone's capability,past,present or future.I prayed, did pray to God, it opened my channesl,felt the emprise,the power rising within me .

Night after night I was possessed by demons,demons of  Music, my Bolenas belong to the history of Opera .

LA CALLAS, LA JOCONDE,LA VENUS DE MILO.

LA CALLAS AT THE LOUVRE
10 November 1968

 Franco Zeffirelli dropped by,to talk and talk  and make me cry.
--- My heart bled for you,'' Remember that the theatre of the world is
wider than" Ari's boat,Franco's own version of Mary Queen of Scots' last words on her last night.
Goes on with his sweet obsession,a Traviata movie.

---Maria darling,last night I dreamt,I dreamt of our Traviata,no one
but you can sing and act and do justice to Verdi's.The time is now,"our
film will go around the world,to distant and forgotten places,from the
Congo to Patagonia,I want everyone to see it,you will be
immortal,future generations will have what Eleanora Duse and Sarah
Bernhardt could not leave".Give me that chance,I promise you the world, you will be at
The Louvre,La Callas and La Joconde next to La Venus de Milo.

I cried, If Ari could love me the way Franco and Luchino do.Why do we always love the wrong men.

THE OTHER WOMAN

LA  FEMME  JACKIE

He was everything she could dream of in a man,tall,dark,handsome and very rich.

John Kennedy was charismatic,charming,ambitious,the day they met she fell head over heels over him,love at first sight,he didn't choose her,she chose him,was determined,the same determination when she went after Ari.It took time before he proposed,the Senator had the choice so many debutantes, all rich and beautiful and well born.An intuitive Gemini he sensed that she will be the best woman for his political future,chose her because of her ambition and determination.She became Jackie, the youngest First Lady in American history and the most famous woman in the world,he had charisma she had style and her own brand of magic. He became the youngest, and the most popular President in US history because of his woman. I am not taking anything away from her,la Femme Jackie had style and class,her own brand of magic.
I became her greatest fan on November 1963,living in Europe she made me so proud to be her countrywoman, I cried for him and for her.Her courage and class made me so proud to be American..

Joseph Kennedy wanted for his son what he had not achieved,the US Presidency,Jack was ambitious,she liked that, knew that she will never achieve anything on her own, will achieve it through a man,the woman behind the man,a Courtisane,after all she is French. Hers was the wedding of the year , September 12, 1953 at St. Mary's Church in Newport, Rhode Island, the Mass celebrated by Boston's Archbishop Richard Cushing if you please.Some 700 guests were invited at the ceremony and 1,200 at the reception that followed at Hammersmith Farm.

JACKIE KENNEDY AND i

TEA AND SYMPATHY
10 August 1970

 She does well to marry him, he is as handsome as Croesus, I wish them
well the worst, I cast a spell ,see what happens.
We met a second time,the day Ari kicked me out,my last day on the Christina.
It was not a set-up,Ari is sadistic but he would not dare that one.
An encounter that I wished it never happened,I was at the airport with
Larry waiting for the first flight out of Greece and there she was in
the VIP Lounge.It was four in the afternoon,Larry ordered English Tea,cucumber, smoked salmon sandwiches,scones with clotted cream,a Battenberg cake, all served on a tiered stand, very proper,very British,couldn't eat a thing nor she.

JACKIE
   Miss Callas, I understand your anger,I heard what you said ,the
gold digger, you hate me,I admire you,you have a career,you made
history,I remember our meeting at the Met,your Tosca was beyond words,love,anger,jealousy,you portrayed them all in your own unique way,I envied your talent.
MARIA
  You can sing, act ,dance? Did you like my voice when you first heard it ?
JACKIE
   I didn't,but I was moved,you have a gift,people see the music when
you sing.
MARIA
   I heard it before,no wonder Ari fell for you,you know  how to
flatter ,what did you tell him the first time you met? It was during that
cruise,your sister Lee orchestrated it,it served her right,she hoped
to marry him.
JACKIE
  You make it sound like we are two mercenaries.
MARIA
   But you are !
 JACKIE
  Miss Callas, I love my son,I want to protect him,they are killing the
Kennedys,sooner than later a stray bullet will end Jon's life, Ari will
give him a safe heaven,Scorpios,this country will be a good place
for them to grow up,I have only him,and Caroline .
MARIA
   You don't love him,how can you  spend the rest of your life with a man
you hardly know.

JACKIE
 I know a good man when I see one

MARIA
     You know a rich man when you see one

JACKIE
  Miss Callas,I was hoping to have a friendly chat
MARIA

  How can I be friendly when someone destroys my life,he is the
man I love,I gave up my career for him,I wanted him to be the father of my
twins
JACKIE
 You gave up your career when you had no voice left, you met Ari at the
right time, had you met him when you were the queen at La Scala,you would
not have given him a second look,you used Mr.Meneghini to become la
Callas,you used Ari  to be queen of the Jet Set,you are an ambitious
lady,vous avez la Folie des Grandeurs

MARIA
 You speak French now ?
JACKIE
 My French is as good as yours, I don't sing Carmen so ,didn't you
take him from his wife ?,

MARIA
 Tina was leaving him
JACKIE

He is leaving you,nine years,the same time he spent with his wife

MARIA

 He is a collector of famous women, he will dump you sooner or later,
you won't last nine years

JACKIE
Then wish me the best of luck,and who said I don't love him ? Who,you ?
Who are you, a nightingale with no  voice left

THREE AMERICAN GIRLS : GRACE,JACKIE AND I

We were three American girls,ambitious and determined to reach the top.Grace Kelly is the luckiest, born into a rich family,went to Hollywood to check things out,won the leading part of High Noon,and the Oscar for best actress,like that, on her first nomination ! Off she goes to the French Riviera to rest and some fresh air,met,fell in love and marry Prince Rainier .Love at first sight,can you imagine ? The little girl from Philadelphia became S.A.S Princess Grace of Monaco overnight.

Jacqueline Lee Bouvier ,the woman I admired and hated.After Vassar,bought a camera to meet people and work al fresco,street photography, they call it.Met young Senator of Massachusetts,set her mind and before he knew it,married him .Became First Lady. Et voila !.

I am not taking anything away from La Femme Jackie,the woman  is smart,a go-getter,was,is and will always be the greatest First Lady in American history.

She was a courtisane, when in Paris did as the French do. 

---For me France is the country of Courage, Culture and Cuisine . It 'S hard to dislIke her after she said that on  TV ,and in French if you please !

When in Europe with the President she wore Chanel by day,Givenchy by night.Upon leaving Paris President Kennedy introduced himself to the World Press :

--- Now you all know me, I am the man who accompanied Jackie on her trip to Paris

I am not taking anything away from her,had John Kennedy had his eight years he would have achieved a lot for   America's popularity around the world and for World Peace.She was the woman behind the Kennedy legend.

ATHENS--- NEVER SHALL I FORGET

ATHENS, THE REVELATION 

In Athens,plain,fat and dead broke,people ask me how I manage to seduce the Rich and the Famous

--- What do you do ?

--- Nothing,men have good taste,they fall for the right woman, my talent is a magnet I have it in abundance

In April 1954 during the rehearsal of Tiefland at the Olympia Theatre,I fell for the most celebrated tenor of Greece,a married man,living with another woman with whom he had two kids.It was love at first sight.

--- Why did you sleep with him,you could have got so much more from the other.The other was Tenakis,twenty-four, good looking,rich, very rich, from the best family of Athens .His old man man who opposed our marriage died at the right time.I didn't kill him !

---- You turned Tenakis down ?

---  Yes,le coeur a ses raisons que la raison ignore
---  What ?

--- Le coeur dicte ,le c...  decide.

--- I don't speak Italian
--- It's Esperanto

I like Takis,love Vangelis. He was my Sebastiano,I was his Marta ,under the Greek skies, on stage at the foot of the Parthenon, it was love at first sight,we sang our hearts out.

"Love opens door to all that is possible",night after night I had the vision of the future,of greatness ,of my destiny,the revelation  of  what my Voice will be, I could develop my histrionic talents beyond anyone's imagination, I will colour my voice a thousand times,to express love,despair,hatred,all the gamut of the human heart. My rivals sing,or try to,I act with body,soul and voice, it had a thousand colours,a "Many-Splendored Thing  a gift from Heaven,there and then I sensed my destiny.

 

 Anger motivates me,I use it on stage,off stage to become a Star, my rivals were jealous, hated me,called me names.

---I am demented they say,so what,it's better than Maria... Who ?

With the success of Tiefland,my rivals,slandered,intrigued,spat their venom :
  

--- She pays with her body

--- Of  course she  does  !

--- You seduced him to get the job !
--- Go back to your country !
 I was born in America of Greek parents, the blood that runs through my veins is Greek,I am no stranger in this land,my land,and because I was dead broke,fatherless,defenceless they called me the Gypsy. 

 

---Never,ever shall I forget.Their hatred.Never,ever.

NEVER, EVER SHALL I FORGET

 NEVER, EVER SHALL I  FORGET 
2 February 1958

A month ago,the greatest scandal in the history of Music.
They are out to destroy,surprised they haven't already done it,it's a game,it's fun ,a human target. 
 I offer to sing my remaining Normas,no answer,had flown in Anita Cerquetti to replace me,all my contracts in Italy were cancelled,for our own security we took refuge in Sirmione. 
All this would not have happened had I been Italian.Jealousy,prejudice and hatred always

TO BE BEAUTIFUL

LILY FROM ROMANIA

 February 1954

Was desperate to loose weight,to be beautiful,false friends said that loosing weight will cause voice loss,I didn't listen, Norma,Lucia,Medea and Violetta motivated me,it's ridiculous to weight one hundred kilos and be a Courtisane.Had a tapeworm that was the cause of my Inferno,blood poisoning.Poor digestion and elimination  were the causes of chronic fatigue,my mental fog and mood swings.First heard of Lilly in 1949,the year I met the three musketeers,Titta,Ferruccio and Serafin.

Born in Bucarest,came to Italy after the war,set her business under the historic Monteverchia stone bridge,near the Arena, where she read the Tarot and sold her herbal preparations.Her own grandmother was a famed psychic back home.

--- I heard good things from my dresser, told me you work with herbs.Want to lose weight can you help ?.I don't want to lose my voice,I am a singer

--- I know you,the singer from America.You have power and your voice is different,I listen to everyone every night,I have the best seat,and it's free.
--- Can you help me ?
--- Sure I can,first you need to get rid of the toxins .You will loose weight,improve your circulation, will have more energy.Your skin will clear up,I do my best,come back in three weeks.

 I was busy,forgot about her,finally made it after four years

--- You again ?
--- You remember me,I was busy  

--- Your problems didn't go away,what do you want now ?
--- The same things,can I come back in a few weeks ?.

I came back,I was determined to be woman.She gave me a glass container. 

----Take it everyday,as often as you like,it's food,everything is local.

It was home made,bought six bottles,it worked,a miracle ! Came back for more.

--- Thank you,tell me.

--- Usually I don't,the competition,the jealousy,from you I have no fear.Keep it confidential,it's my bread and butter,my living.It's fresh parsley with garlic,ginger,red cayenne pepper finely chopped and marinated in pure olive oil,I keep it under the sun for ten days,it activated the ingredients.
---It tasted good,loved it on Italian bread all day,every day.After two months got rid of the toenia worm,the culprit of my problems, it poisoned my whole body,had more energy,clear thinking and complexion .I lost weight naturally,the fat just melted.

-- Of course,the garlic asphyxiated the beast,came out on its own to breathe,to survive,cayenne and ginger

improve your circulation,parsley is for energy,full of vitamins,minerals.Everything is natural from my backyard.Lily was the unsung heroine of the Callas legend,kept her secret till she was no more,could hardly believed she was past eighty when we met,looked twenty years longer.She was a miracle worker.

ROMA 2 JANUARY 1958

THE GREATEST SCANDAL IN THE HISTORY OF MUSIC

I shall never forget.
They are out to destroy,surprised that I am still alive and well. 

 I offer to sing my remaining Normas,no answer,had flown in Anita Cerquetti to replace me,all my contracts in Italy were cancelled,for our own safety we took refuge in Sirmione.

All this would not have happened had I been Italian.Jealousy,prejudice and hatred always.

 I shall never forget 

To make it worse Anita had the shortest career ever,lost her voice, retired in her twenties, so they called me the witch, I cast a spell on my  young rival.

After a few days I felt better and offered to sing the remaining two nights of my contract, they were not interested , said they could guaranty protection and sec

SIRMIONE MI AMORE

SIRMIONE:MEMORIES OF HAPPY DAYS

I have so much nostalgia for Sirmione,lived there the happiest days years of my life.Our castle faces Lake Garda,during the tourist season people flock to town for its Roman ruins, the lake and La Callas.They had their own olive grove,the most fragrant oil  and the best in the world, I love it,had them send me a case when I need it after moving to Paris.Paradise on earth,the perfect place to live and rest, Tita and I lived there the happiest days of our lifes.When in Sirmione I do what  the tourists do,enjoy the Lake and the Spa,sailing,swimming,and beauty treatments.La Dolce Vita,for us it was convenient ,less than two hours from Milan,and close to Verona where our hearts met.  

Tita bought the eighteen century  castle for me,otn eighteenth century,had enormous flower beds with gorgeous white and red roses,an apple and pear tree orchard ,Lily's herb garden with parsley,garlic,all sorts of  herbs,our cook Consuelo didn't manage to grow red cayenne pepper.At that stage of my life it was the best summer resort,small but not too small,the visitors and the people of Sirmione respected our privacy,never asked for autograph or pose for them.I love them for that. 

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ALICE MUNRO BORN JULY 10, 1931

The Nobel Prize for literature is known for refusing to bow to the most popular genres or national literatures. It appears to have something of a bias against Americans, even though their novels, like their movies, are influential in every country. It doesn’t necessarily go to writers who are globally known. In venerating short stories, it is doing what it did with Italian performance art and French-Mauritian essays and Swedish poetry; it is taking a stance, defiantly promoting the obscure, the regional and the specialized. Let’s hope this honour, and its attendant celebrity-worship, will bring a vast new audience not just to a Canadian writer but also to an intricate, puzzling and hugely rewarding art form.

NINA AMIR

Hi Dave Most bloggers simply blog. Day in and day out, they write their posts and publish them in Cyberspace. They produce a lot of content, but as one post after another pile up in front of the last, the older ones get lost in a deep dark blog hole. There they remain.  They don't book their blogs. They don't blog a book. They just blog. You are smarter than most bloggers, though. How do I know this? You signed up for this mailing list--recently or a long time ago. (You have gotten my general writing emails from CopyWright Communications, but I haven't specifically contacted the "book bloggers"...not until now.)  I'm not sure if you are actually blogging a book or not. I hope you are. If so, list it here:http://howtoblogabook.com/list-your-book/ So many people continue calling themselves aspiring writers rather than published writers because they think writing a book must be a long, drawn out process. Or they feel overwhelmed by the idea of writing a book. Indeed, completing a manuscript can seem like a big goal to accomplish. In fact, you can write a book in a month-or less. I wrote one in ten days. You definitely can write one in six months or a year-or less. I wrote one in five months. And you can do so by writing for as little as 30-60 minutes a day. Not only that, you can do so while getting your writing read-possibly by more readers in a day or in a month than the average book sells in a year. How is that possible? While the average book today sells a measly 250-300 copies per year or 3,000 copies in its lifetime, a blog that is reasonably successful can have 300-3,000 readers per day. Plus, the majority of bloggers write a post a day or more. By writing and publishing your book one post at a time on the Internet, you can not only get it written in record time, but you can get it read as well.  If, for example, you write 250 words per day just four days per week, you will produce 1,000 words per week. That's four thousand words per month. In 12 months, you'll have written a 42,000-word book. That's not a long book, but it's a decent length for the first draft of your book. If you write more often, you will produce more words in less time; the same is true if you increase you word count just a bit. Let's say you average 350 words per blog post and write five days per week. That's a 45,500 book in 6 months. You can determine how fast you complete your blogged book, but it doesn't take a large time commitment time per day. My first draft of How to Blog a Book was only 26,300 words. I completed it in five months writing 3-4 days per week and averaging about 350 words per post. By the time you edit and revise, your book may grow. Mine more than doubled in word count. If a long book puts you off, write a short one. You can write a series of posts and turn that into an ebook or a booklet, for example. My book, 10 Days and 10 Ways to Return to Your Best Self: A T'shuvah Tool Bridging Religious Traditions, is based on 10 blog posts I wrote during the Jewish High Holy Days. Consider writing a 15-30 post blogged book if that feels easier to start out. Problogger author and blogger Darren Rowse's bestselling product, an ebook called 30 Days to a Better Blog, is based on 30 posts he wrote consecutively--a series. How long will writing a post take you? That depends upon how quickly you write. For most people, a 250-word post takes about 30-45 minutes to compose. If you spend a fair amount of time editing, maybe it will take you an hour. You might want to add in a photo, too; this can be a bit time consuming. And you must take time to actually publish your post. However, I'd say if you really try to stick to under 500 words and don't become a perfectionist, you can do this in an hour or less. Keep in mind your blogged book is the first draft of your book, not the finished product. This will help you write and post quickly. The point an "installment" written and published on line regularly. Here's the basic process: Determine if your book is viable, meaning marketable. Map out your book's content. Come up with a content plan or table of contents. Break the contents down into posts-sized pieces (250-500 words). Write in post-sized bits on a manageable schedule; create a manuscript at the same time as posting on line. Each time you write, publish your posts. In this way you will quickly and easily get your book written. You'll turn into a published author before you know it. If your book is of interest to many people, your blog will attract readers easily. It might also attract an agent or publisher if you garner enough readers, which means you could end up with a blog-to-book deal in the process of blogging your book as well. If you've been reading my blog for a while, you know all this, though. The questions still remains: Are you blogging a book? If not, why?  If you feel like you need some support getting you book blogged, check out my blog-to-book coaching services. I offer private coaching and group coaching. You can work with me 1-1 so you get your book blogged--FAST! Or,I have a small group coaching sessions. (You must know how to blog, have a blog and be familiar with the process to some extent; reading my book is advised.) The group allows you to learn with and from others.  In the meantime, I hope you'll get moving on your blogged book (or booked blog), if you haven't already. Let me know if you need help in any form (editing, design, ghostblogging, proofreading, coaching, etc.). I'm hear to serve you. Until next time, go blog a book...and Achieve More Inspired Results, Nina Amir Inspiration to Creation Coach Author of How to Blog a Book and the forthcoming The Author Training ManualNAmir@CopyWrightCommunications.com 408-353-1943 Get Your Free 15-Minunte Blog-to-Book Consult Today!  http://bit.ly/appointmentwithNina Twitter: www.twitter.com/#!/ninaamir Facebook: www.facebook.com/InspirationToCreation and www.facebook.com/ninaamir LinkedIn: www.linkedin.com/pub/dir/Nina/Amir