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

We all have a destiny in accordance with the breadth of our shoulders. My shoulders are broad.

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.

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

My strength is my enthusiasm.

Honestly, if the public still wants to hear me in some works, I have to go down a half step.

With my personal preparation at the piano, I can afford to hum at half voice.