Luciendo Mi Saquito Blusero

You will be
quiet waiting
with your silly ambition,
for him to arrive
so millionaire
in his super sports car.
You will go to dinner at those places
where with me you could never get to know.
Perhaps my tin fortune
will never be enough for you
to buy all those furs
and those pearls from the sea.

Now you fly so high, that you ignore the neighborhood,
you look the other way, resurrected louse.

You will stain your fine silk shirt
with the best champagne he will offer you,
while I will be in some hole
showing off my blues jacket