I closed the shop for good
and with a 3rd class ticket,
300 liras in my pocket I left for Milano.
There are no closed door
for the man willing to work
and rise above his peers.
this difficult path
at the age of twenty
through so many obstacles,
I managed to triumph.
of dreams, of hopes.
that singing is the highest form of expression of the human soul.
I suffered and I laughed,
I mocked, I hated, I loved,
I cursed, I prayed.







