The only person who could make me stop singing is the one who made me sing: God, the beauty up there!
When we are young we believe to be adults; when we are adults we believe to be young.
Yes, I would, if they are the kind that shakes.
I think an interpreter has to sing everything, to sing what wants to sing. It cannot be with that foolishness, that here in Brazil we face this thing that when one records a song, later no one can rerecord it. This is madness, absurd. Music doesn't have an owner, the music doesnt belong to anyone.
The roses are a form of gratitude, it is my memory to the public. And the white clothes already comes from a long time. The white is the unification of all the colors and it symbolizes my spiritual master, that accompanies me always.
Music for me is like a balsam. I always whish that when people are watching me or listening to me, they take with them this energy I receive from God.
God is a white Light, cosmic, gorgeous one...
I love Nature.