When I was very young I was the ugly duckling. I had a lot of complexes. My sister was wonderful and I was nothing.

All children are my children.

If I was sad or afraid, I would sit in a corner and sing. If I was happy I would jump into the middle of the room and sing. It was how I expressed my emotions.

Every time I would open my mouth to sing, everybody was paying attention to me. It became a habit.

With my songs I tried to prove that there is love.

For my convalescence, I had to exercise my voice only with vowels. It is a medical rule after a long loss of voice.

My energy to sing, I get it from my singing. Singing was not a reason to make a living. This is the only thing I wanted to do.