Singing Becomes A Form Of Therapy.

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.

The Voice Collects And Translates Your Bad Physical Health, Your Emotional Worries, Your Personal Troubles.

The Public Is A Part Of My Real Life.

I Have Always Studied My Parts With The Orchestral Score And Not With The Piano Reduction.