The musician on the main street of the village of Forio moved his fingers over his keyboard with assurance, and he sang a soft, sonorous and melancholy Neapolitan song:
Ho una ferrita in cuor
Il segreto amor
Un impeto di gioa e di dolor
Mi trema il cuor
I have a wound in my heart
the secret love
a rush of joy and of pain
it is trembling, my heart
