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.