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 will prove that a great conducting career is expecting me.
Singing becomes a form of therapy.
I feel like a little boy who is constantly offered new toys.
Honestly, if the public still wants to hear me in some works, I have to go down a half step.