I attended less than two years of Conservatory in Mexico City.

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.

Every three days on average, I am alone on stage, facing the public.

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

What is sad is not to be able to do today what you have done in your youth. But what is good is to remember that - when you were able - you did it to the best of your ability.

I have always studied my parts with the orchestral score and not with the piano reduction.

Young singers are much better educated musically, much better informed, through discs and videos, than I was.