I recently found the following title by Reinaldo Arenas at a used bookstore for a buck. A writer for The New York Times Book Review once stated: "Arenas works in the sardonic nightmare tradition of Quevedo and Goya."
A random passage in El Central reads (Tr. by Anthony Kerrigan): "To speak of History is to speak of our own dung piled up in a variety of latrines."
And another quote: "Beautiful is the figure of the naked indian...in the longed for land of my dreams."
Check out this beautiful tune used in the movie directed by Julian Schnabel about Reinaldo Arenas called Before Night Falls: