I'm an interpreter of music.

I have a love-hate relationship with performing.

I feel very lucky for that gift that I was given but it´s been quite tough to deal with sometimes too. When you are blessed with something like this and it brings emotions to people - to keep up to the magical standard that everybody wants it to be and the perfection - can be hard.

Philosophy changes day by day.

Love sees sharply, hatred sees even more sharp, but Jealousy sees the sharpest for it is love and hate at the same time.

I feel a tremendous sense of accomplishment. Everything is in tune: the voice, the type of music, who I am and who people think I am.

I don't want to see pictures of Hollywood stars in their dressing gowns taking out the rubbish. It ruins the fantasy.