I
write why taste. I have an enormous necessity of play to out of me all feelings, likes, desires, aspirations... bad have
inside of me. If it could would live to
write. To write and to speak in public. To speak is mine another great passion. The public fascinates me… I am soul of artist jailed in same me. I feel that, the brain, even so so magnificent machine, possesss multiple limitations, being incapable to portray with wisdom the delicate meandros of the mind. The
Theater. Ah! the theater, that beautiful art. As I would like to be actress. To enchant for the gestures, the expressions… to involve the multitudes in one exactly charisma one of joy without end. Of love without equal.