Eteri Lamoris. Franco Zeffirelli, Sonia Frisell’s comments. Rio De Janeiro. MDF Films. Rome, Italy

Eteri Lamoris with Franco Zeffirelli and Sonia Frisell’’s comments. LIVE PERFORMANCE Documentary film about soprano Eteri Lamoris. By Debora Farina. MDF Films. Italy Parts from Verdi’s opera La Traviata. A forse strano Opera theatre of Rio De Janeiro. Scenographer - Gianni Quaranta. Stage director - Sonia Frisell. The Spanish critics regard her as “Violetta of the XXI century” and “Genuine pearl of the opera world”. Her Royal Highness Princess of Sweden Christina Magnusson presented Eteri Lamoris with the International Royal Gold-Order Award “Greatest Singer of our Time” The event took place at the Royal Palace of Stockholm Eteri Lamoris was recognized by the press as the “Violetta of 21st century” for her performances in Verdi’s “La Traviata” and one of the best performers of Donizetti’s Lucia di Lammermoor’s title role. “Juliette of Lamoris is a beam of light. The music is pouring from her soul. Her beautiful and precise upper notes. Warm timbre and ingenious interpretation of the character should be noted“. OPERA INTERNATIONAL – PARIS ”A significant event in opera world was the performance of «Lucia di Lammermoor by Eteri Lamoris. She knows how to conquer opera-goers with her immaculate technique, and perfect example of belcanto”. L’OPERA – MILAN Due to a birth of her son, Eteri Lamoris returned to concert activity in 2010. She reduced her participation in opera performances taking on a new role of concert singer and producer for the international events and gala concerts. Of her latest projects, worthy of mention are the gala concerts “La Scala Stars”, “Pearls of Opera World”, “Spanish Nights”, “Winter Opera Tale”, “Lamara Chkonia-80”, “Christmas in Georgia”. Lyrics: VIOLETTA E strano! è strano! in core scolpiti ho quegli accenti! Saria per me sventura un serio amore? Che risolvi, o turbata anima mia? Null’uomo ancora t’accendeva. Oh, gioia Ch’io non conobbi, Esser amata amando! E sdegnarla poss’io Per l’aride follie dei viver mio? Ah, fors’è lui che l’anima Solinga ne’ tumulti Godea sovente pingere De’ suoi colori occulti. Lui, che modesto e vigile All’egre soglie ascese, E nuova febbre accese Destandomi all’amor! A quell’amor ch’è palpito Dell’universo intero, Misterioso, altero, Croce e delizia al cor. Follie! Delirio vano è questo! Povera donna, sola, abbandonata In questo popoloso deserto Che appellano Parigi, Che spero or più? Che far degg’io? Gioire! Di voluttà ne’ vortici perir! Gioir! Sempre libera degg’io Folleggiare di gioia in gioia, Vo’ che scorra il viver mio Pei sentieri del piacer. Nasca il giorno, o il giorno muoia, Sempre lieta ne’ ritrovi, A diletti sempre nuovi Dee volare il mio pensier.