Poetry Corner - Arenas

My Lover the Sea by Reinaldo Arenas

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 of his dirty face

I am that angry and lonely child of always, that throw you the insult and warns you: if hypocritically you 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