Che Gelida Manina

That cold little hand
If you let it warm up.
What good is searching?
You can't find it in the dark.
But luckily
It's a moonlit night,
and here the moon
is close by.

Wait, miss,
I'll tell you in a few words
who I am, and what I do,
how I live. Interested?

Who am I?
I'm a poet.
What do I do? I write.
And how do I live? I live!
In my happy poverty
I waste like a rich man
rhymes and love songs.
For dreams and for fantasies
and for castles in the air,
my soul is a millionaire.
Sometimes from my treasure chest
all the jewels are stolen
by two thieves, those pretty eyes.
I just walked in with you,
and my worn-out dreams
and my beautiful dreams,
quickly vanished!
But the theft doesn't upset me,
because sweet hope
has taken up residence!
Now that you know me,
you speak, please! Speak.
Who are you? Please tell me!