National actor and actress day

In my third year of high school, I found out about the National Conservatory of Dramatic Arts because a student of our school had studied there. I tracked her down through a teacher and asked to speak with her. One afternoon, she came to the school to meet with me. I remember us sitting in the courtyard, talking in the sweltering heat. That day, I knew that was what I wanted to do, and I spent three years waiting for high school to end so I could enroll in the “Conserva,” as we called it. Since I was a girl, I wanted to be an actress, and it turned out I had discovered a place where you could study for it and even get a degree, just like a doctor or a lawyer. That program, with its virtues and flaws, opened the doors to the world I had always dreamed of.

Twenty-eight years ago, I graduated with the title of NATIONAL ACTRESS. A happiness that, at that moment, couldn’t be contained within my soul!

Later, I often found myself at odds with that same title that had made me so proud, for a bunch of reasons not worth listing but that repeatedly put me in crisis. Many years have passed between that eager girl and the woman I am today. Nowadays, my horizons have broadened, and I’ve become more international, but the artistic identity I built during those years sustains me, and I carry it with pride wherever I go.