La Vida Vista Desde Una Motorhome

He believed it was better
To spend than to rust
The more money he had
The more neurons he burned
And she was just another fool
Who endured and waited
For the damn luck
To come to her by default

All his crazy gestures
Were beautiful and also
She never doubted
That, her blessing
And she went again to beg for forgiveness
To the believing corner of her new motorhome

Another soldier of her generation
Without luck or destiny
And to swallow toads
Traveling aimlessly in her motorhome
The gods never accepted
Her offerings

She left an ugly debt in her city
And meeting the silent world
Was her end