Knowing Albufera

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.



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