Ana, Anita, cigarette and smile, <br />Light coming in, hands long.... <br />What a beauty, that pony, <br />pony tail... <br />How sweet that clean look, <br />How sad to see you suffer..... <br /> <br />Do you know? <br />So many steps <br />give you a lot <br />to think <br /> <br />You got trapped <br />in my things <br />And appeared <br />whenever <br />I looked up <br />at the sky. <br /> <br />On the mountain top <br />you were light coming in, <br />hands long, <br />cigarette and smile, <br />pony, pony tail, <br />clean look, <br />clean and sharp. <br /> <br />You were on my paintings <br />on the wall, <br />with me <br />on the edge, <br />about to fall, <br />home cooking. <br /> <br />This time <br />will be <br />memories of you <br /> <br />Ana, Anita, <br />the fields <br />should be <br />green <br />by now.<br /><br />Luis Gil de la Puente<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/2-ana-s-face-in-gredos/
