Ana lógica / Ann logic

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No me cabe en la cabeza ni un minuto
el verte enamorada y tan cerquita,
sin llenar de besos tu boquita,
mi querida esposa, mi Anita.

Por eso pinto flores con cara de cotorro
que se despeinan en mi mente cuando corro
y me hacen recitarte poemas como loro.


I can't fit in my head for a minute
seeing you in love and so close,
without filling your little mouth with kisses,
my dear wife, my Anita.

That's why I paint flowers with the face of a parrot
that mess up my mind when I run
and they make me recite poems to you like a one of them.

Poetry an painting
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