Oh...light fingered thief <br />in the Stazioni Garibaldi <br /> <br />I looked <br />into your eyes <br /> <br />just in time <br />to...realise <br /> <br />you had filched <br />the contents <br /> <br />of the right hand pocket <br />of my black trenchcoat. <br /> <br />And then - you <br />had gone! <br /> <br />A ghost in the crowd <br />a face among faces <br /> <br />(in a sea of faces) <br /> <br />Alas! You <br />had taken <br /> <br />such treasure <br />my pocket full of poems! <br /> <br />Hé Caro ladro! <br />(Hey! Dear thief!) <br /> <br />Serviti pure! <br />(Help yourself!) <br /> <br />Non ho potuto fare a meno di ridere! <br />(I couldn't help laughing!) <br /> <br />Cazzo in culo! <br />(I'm not prepared to translate that!)<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/aveva-le-mani-nella-tasca-mia-he-had-his-hands-in-my-pocket/
