Every Three Days On Average, I Am

But Enough Joking. I Am Singing. This Is All My Life.

The Atmosphere Of The Theater Is My Oxygen.

It Is Strange, But Nobody Is Shocked When Pop Singers Make A Fortune In The Space Of Two Years.

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.

On The Other Hand, I Have Devoted So Much Energy To Reach The Top That I Accept The Stress Of Being There.