Lenia M. K.
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Lyric soprano, Academia Award Winner in LA. but also a storyteller from Cyprus.
I write musical memoirs from my Mediterranean childhood and not only, where song, sea, and memory dance together. Also you can hear me on my YouTube @operamanic.
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The Teacher in Black
In Part 1, I introduced my grandmother, Chrystalleni,a trailblazing Cypriot teacher, a widow who raised four remarkable sons, and an inspiration to generations. She taught across Cyprus, dressed always in black, collecting knowledge, lace, and respect in equal measure.
By Lenia M. K.7 months ago in Education
The Teacher in Black
🎓 The Teacher in Black – Part 1 A Widow, A Pioneer, A Legacy Begins By Chrystalleni (Lenia) Mitsidou Kalli. In a small Cypriot village in 1891, a girl was born who would one day become a legend. This is the true story of my grandmother, Chrystalleni, the first woman in our family to break barriers, raise four remarkable sons alone, and leave behind a legacy that shaped generations.
By Lenia M. K.7 months ago in Families
🎵 Ave Maria – By Schubert. Sung by Lenia
🎵 Ave Maria by Schubert…A Prayer Sung from the heart ⸻ 🌹 A Wedding, A Blessing When I first studied Ave Maria by Schubert with my Italian vocal coach, I was still learning to trust my voice with sacred repertoire. Around that time, I received a special invitation: to sing this beloved prayer at a friend’s wedding.
By Lenia M. K.7 months ago in Families
🎵 The Apple Tree
My father was a great man—charming, sharp-witted, with a deep sense of humour and a deep sense of duty. He held an important position at the Municipality of Nicosia, yet parallel to all that, music ran through his veins. He played the violin with quiet elegance, and his voice… oh, what a voice. He was the heart and soul of the Nicosia Choir under the baton of the great Mr. Mikellides.
By Lenia M. K.7 months ago in Families
Encore at twelve!!!
⸻ 🎵 Encore at Twelve When applause lingered longer than a dream In those days, the world moved more slowly. Sundays were for rest, for visiting relatives, or for taking trips out of town. But one particular Sunday — the day of my first recital — music briefly took precedence over everything else.
By Lenia M. K.7 months ago in Confessions
