Marilyn Monroe's ports, the blonde he knew so much!

The actress the world knows as Marilyn Monroe every day created a new being.

What he created was a myth, a dream, the closest thing our world has created. Her death had all the emotional space she had brought to life every day.

From a point of view, this was carelessness, lack of purpose, and regret. On the other hand, this was a myth, an epic role in a drama involving the most powerful names and most powerful players of its era.

Sometime on the night of August 4, 1962, Marilyn Monroe slipped into the last world, impale, taking a large dose of Nembultal and Cloral hydrat.

The medical examiner of the Los Angeles district gave a suspicious definition of the cause of death, calling it “possible murder”. Other investigators with considerable evidence, but still not stubborn evidence, continue to call it murder.

Murder, accident or suicide, Marilyn's death is today a mystery, not because of various interpretations of the facts, but because this lady who had the principle “to pretend to believe” had played in a real and dangerous world and the monarchs of that world were powerful enough to rewrite her history in the last few hours of her life.

In life and death, Marilyn epitomized the highly surreal and mysterious version of the history of American success. Raised in the children's house, she became the Hollywood Queen, using her talent and body to the same size, to switch from a scale imagined to the other.

By the end of her life she had achieved all that a star could have dreamed and along this path, she had slept with a president, had married a legend of sports and a giant literature, had gained the worship of the world more than any other actress at any time.

It could turn from a witch to a baby, from cynical to hopeless, from the goddess of sexual promise to the ghost of oblivion. She was a woman who in one afternoon could pass from the state of the thrilling uncertainty of doubt to an absolute god of her art. No one before her has ever thrown more energy into a movie since.

Marilyn was born in Los Angeles General Hospital on June 1, 1926. She was called Norma Jean Baker. The first name was inspired by actress Norm Talmadge. The last piece of the name was taken from my mother's second husband. Though endless effort has been made, the identity of her real father has never been certain.

The child named Marilyn had no ordinary mother. At the time of the birth of the girl Gladys Perl Baker Mortenson was a beautiful and delicate woman in her mid-20s and worked as a film picker at the film market. She had two other children, a son and a daughter living with her first husband.

Marilyn spent the first eight years in other families where his mother left him while she was working, and Mother visited him only on the weekend. In 1934 the mother and daughter lived in the same house for several months - the longest time they would spend together during her childhood - until Gledis again became ill with the neuron and ended up in the hospital.

Marylyn, 9, entered a child home. From the age of 12, she moved to various places where she lived at home. After returning to a movie star, Marilyn would often tell the story of the poor adult child at home.

Her memories include her mother's attempts to kill her or episodes of rape or harassment starting at age 6. /Telegraphy/