A biography for Roberto Vecchihasn’t been written yet.
“Any DayWiped clean by times stumbling gateReflecting toward my inner hateI see sweet life spring anewI touch a birth with what I doAs the dawn's warming raysMelt morning's beguiling hazeI realize the truth of liesA new year's hope with spirit fliesI wake the same as every dayI speak the words I always sayI see the sky the same againAnd now know change comes only whenA choice is made in spite of timeA goal is set without a chimeChoice renders void the voiceTo hearken in a New Year's choice”