De Cubaanse dichter en schrijver Reinaldo Arenas werd geboren op 16 juli 1943 in Holguin. Zie ook alle tags voor Reinaldo Arenas op dit blog.
Uit: The Color of Summer (Vertaald door Andrew Hurley)
“Fifo: (enraged)
What’s that old faggot that I’m going to screw tonight muttering?
Virgilio Piñera: (desperately raising his voice to a shout, and changing his tune)
Don’t go, Avellaneda—take my advice.
You’re better off here by far.
If you go North you’ll pay the price:
here, at least you’re a star.
I beg you—reconsider, dear;
the Island’s awfully nice.
Turn back now—there’ll be no harm to you;
These dwarves will open their arms to you.
(To himself)
God, how could I write such awful lines!
I can’t believe they’re really mine!
But if I don’t try as hard as I can
to lure Avellaneda back again
I’ll never see tomorrow.
But hold on!
—Didn’t Fifo put out a contract on yours truly?
That’s what I was told, so surely
I’m damned if I do and damned if I don’t!
And then when I’m dead and they’ve buried me,
that horrid Olga Andreu will pray for me
and Arrufat will grab my dictionary
and who knows what they’ll say about me—
but screw ‘em all—
I’ll be vindicated by History, they’ll see!
Virgilio halfheartedly throws a little-betty kestrel egg, but as luck would have it, it hits Avellaneda right in the eye. Avellaneda, enraged, turns like the basilisk whose glance is fatal and picks up the anchor out of the bottom of her boat and throws it at the crowd on the Malecón, killing a midget—some say a hundred-headed one.
Fifo: (more enraged yet)“
Reinaldo Arenas (16 juli 1943 – 7 december 1990)