But Enough Joking. I Am Singing. This

The Press Regularly Proclaims My Ambitions And My Financial Demands.

Every Three Days On Average, I Am Alone On Stage, Facing The Public.

I'm Not Superstitious Because It Brings Bad Luck.

I Was Married At 16, A Father At 17 And Divorced At 18.

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.