i am that angry and lonely child of always,

that throws you the insult of that child of always 

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 offences 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.

                                                             reinaldo arenas