before night falls

I am that angry and lonely child of always, 
that throws you the insult of that angry 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 offenses and the immient 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 (1943-1990)