A taste of Italian swirling about my mind,
songs being sun by a man named Vito.
An even-toned tenor bringing pleasure into
a drab Wednesday morning.
Picking up spirits with his enthusiasm,
rhythm and voice.
A first time performer here at the center,
we sincerely hope he will return to entertain
us again soon.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem