UNDER THE SHADOWS OF VALÈNCIA
Great city, at the same time, small town that.
…….. People’s dream and it is calculated,
that it loves itself and it gets loose.
City worried and doubly loyal,
four bars make it rich and universal,
only one yellow and two red, local;
piercing it hands and morality.
City ambiguous and simple
As complicated as the sky
So, as exalted as the sea.
As captive as a root, and so,
as free as a star.
City open and so closed,
city worried and so empty,
so Catalan and, Castilian’s mass,
too much Spaniard, where the ugliness
can be beautiful it.
And the sovereignty smiles hungry.
Conscious and frivolous city,
from sunset in the dawn.
Three towers project it shady,
A skyscrapers tower
on the twentieth century lifting us.
City always reinvented.
Animal and human city symbol,
amazing liberty’s clock,
and funny vegetable garden indoor.
Sensible city, but despised people.
Intelligence of bricks, stone, glass and iron,
Copula and dome of Valencian warriors,
oven of embers and string of measure
of the Catalonia’s freedom.