Who can know you Albufera, black herons against the sun. Who can know your secrets, white egrets wrapped in grass. What could charm me more than the notes your sweet wind plays through the rice and canes. In the city, I am a horse in a stable who dreams of being free. Here I am running under the sky. https://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Albufera
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Free spirit .We work hard for moments of liberty .
Nice one Marc .