I am that child with the round, dirty face <br />who on every corner bothers you with his <br />"can you spare a quarter?" <br /> <br />I am that child with the dirty face <br />no doubt unwanted <br />that from far away contemplates coaches <br />where other children <br />emit laughter and jump up and down considerably <br /> <br />I am that unlikeable child <br />definitely unwanted <br />with the round dirty face <br />who before the giant street lights or <br />under the grandames also illuminated <br />or in front of the little girls that seem to levitate <br />projects the insult of his dirty face <br /> <br />I am that angry and lonely child of always, <br />that throws you the insult of that angry child of always <br />and warns you: <br />if hypocritically you pat me on the head <br />I would take that opportunity to steal your wallet. <br /> <br />I am that child of always <br />before the panorama of imminent terror, <br />imminent leprosy, imminent fleas, <br />of offenses and the imminent crime. <br />I am that repulsive child that improvises a bed <br />out of an old cardboard box and waits, <br />certain that you will accompany me.<br /><br />Reinaldo Arenas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-lover-the-sea-2/
