I am that child with the round, dirty face
who on every corner bothers you with his
"Can you spare a quarter?"
I am that child with the dirty face, no doubt unwanted, that from far away
contemplates coaches where other children emit laughter and jump up and down
considerably
I am that unlikeable child definitely unwanted, with the round dirty face
who before that giant street lights or under the grandams also illuminated
or in front of the little girls
that seem to levitate projects that insult his dirty face
I am that angry and lonely child of always, that throws you the insult and warns you:
if you hypocritically pat me on the head
I would take that opportunity to steal your wallet
I am that child of always before the panorama of imminent terror,
imminent leprosy, imminent fleas, of offenses and the imminent crime.
I am that repulsive child that improvises a bed out of an old cardboard box and waits,
certain that you will accompany me
My Lover the Sea Reinaldo Arenas
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