I feel like a little boy who is constantly offered new toys.

But enough joking. I am singing. This is all my life.

I then realized that I could never be satisfied again with the mere natural charm of my voice, that I had to constantly paint when singing, melting all the colors, expressing reds and blacks that had to be less primary but bursting with subtly colored combinations.

The public made me and then encouraged me for many years, and my future even now depends upon it.

When working with an orchestra, you never spend more than 20 minutes per recording session.

Singing becomes a form of therapy.

The public is a part of my real life.