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“he seemed the threat: / he was the cross and the gallows: / the night nailed to the cross, / the agony of darkness: / but suddenly he fled in the sky, / he flew like a black arrow / and flew up cyclic flying / with his black snow suit, / with pause of star or ship. / And over the disorder of the sea / -dentelles of sea and cold-, he flew flew flew flew flew / his pure equation in space”.

Excerpt from the poem “Cormorant” by Pablo Neruda

The cormorants leave the roost downstream in a large flock and drop into the groves of the Albolafia, from the banks of the Guadalquivir every year we see them arrive and leave again.