Remember, Each One Of Us Has The

Walking On Thin Ice, I'm Paying The Price. I'm Throwing The Dice In The Air. Why Must We Learn It The Hard Way And Play The Game Of Life With Your Heart?

Art For Me Is Like Breathing. When I Stop Breathing, What Happens?

When I Was 4 Years Old My Mother Put Me Into An Early Music Education School. That's Where They Taught You Perfect Pitch And Harmony And How To Write Music And All That. At That Time, One Of The Homeworks Was To Listen To All The Sounds And The Noise Of A Day And Transfer That Into Musical Notes.

The Cynicism That You Have Is Not Your Real Soul.

Sometimes The Father Feels Pushed Out Because Of The Connection Between The Mother And The Child.