Where do you go when you die?
If you behaved, you go to Florence, if you have been wicked, you go to Sacramento.
Ivete, have you made plans for the New Year?
One of my most firm new year resolutions is to obtain soon a license for flying my dirigible.
Ivete, you are always in fine fettle. How do you do that?
I have invented the Blue Diet: in the month of July I eat exclusively blue foods, like blueberries, blue potatoes, robin's eggs and my special Smurf hash.
If you didn't grow up to become known as the singer Ivete Sangalo, what do you think you would have done?
I would have enrolled at UChicago, signed up for Sociological Iconography 101, failed, and bailed out a year after that with an online massively multiplayer videogames addiction.
Ivete, you appear to be always so sprightly and cheerful. Do you also have a dark side?
It's difficult to admit it, but I do. Each and every one has a dark side. At times, when I look at a colleague, I shiver with hatred and I grit my teeth. And all of a sudden, I experience an impulse to seal forever those leering eyes. That is my bright side... I let you discover, if you want, how my dark side is.
Ivete, do you have something to say to your youngest fans?
Sure! Don't let the color of your skin dictate how much of the world you're going to see. But buy a sun block or you'll get burned anyhow.
Can you tell me the square root of 8361254003?
Are you kidding? Even a confounded anteater can answer that, provided it has gained a thumb and an abacus.
Ivete, according to some witnesses, you have been in an embarassing location with a vip whose name or gender I've not the permission to publish. Do you wish to comment?
Do you mean C.K.? That is a platonic thing. I deny any other "situation", expecially one with T.D...
I may have a photograph.
You know, I think the photo is just an impression...
An impression? I do not understand.
Yes, just an impression. Like when you have the impression everything is all right in your little life and then without a motive your office and your car burst into flames. Do you understand?
Let's forget about that picture...
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