edith piaf
Her desire for love was insatiable, impossible; she simply asked too much of it.
Of course it was this yearning that permeated her voice and immortalized it. As one collaborator, the lyricist Henri Contet, put it, "Words and music are her beloved slaves. Miraculously they submit because of her passion. She loves them as much as the earth loves rain….She sleeps with her songs, she warms them, she clasps them to her….They possess her." During the triumphant years of her apotheosis she tore the heart out of her listeners...
