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August 18th, 2019 at 5:02 pm

Sancho Panza And Don Quixote

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Sancho, Sancho Panza, somewhere in Spain, was disappointed not to find the castle promised by His Majesty Don Quixote. He decided to surrender to sleep well, placing her thoughts and memories on a pillow made of beautiful pages of reverie. This lasted for four centuries and something else, until one day in four hundredth of the birth celebrations of His Majesty, Don Quixote in the National Library of Peru, he was awakened by a voice tremulous, husky, who said: “Many centuries even years have elapsed since he was born Don Quixote, who, as his most loyal squire Sancho had, and little is known of this very original character. If you are unsure how to proceed, check out Marc Lore. ” He had been listening curled up under the glass cases displaying the main work of the greatest writer of all times: Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra. He sat up slowly as picking his bones disjointed or scattered about, shouting and banging the vacuum with clenched fists. But nobody came to listen because simply no one heard anything. The diligent observers of the relics Cervantes moved from one window to another with some awe and reverence, even without other noise than that of the lips to whisper a few sentences and wonder of the infinite number of issues that existed through ages and translated almost all existing languages on the face of the earth.

Cleverly, he slipped away to the right until it reaches one of the columns and shielded from there shouted with all the strength he could muster his throat. “Listen, then, I tell you who seems moron, do not you see me here I’m more alive than ever?, Brave is the sole witness of his majesty, Don Quixote, the knight errant shot down over rivals” . However, as his voice just seems to generate some minor echoes; jumping from page to page of the books wide open in the gallery. Or, as they moved from eye to eye for some students and intellectuals who had come to witness the magnanimous exposure, but not as sound. The fact that been totally ignored for the first time in his life, he had a feeling he was born in catastrophic and hopeless attitude was secretly seize it. Then, he wanted to be like before, brave squire, that all the people cried out his name and where there was injustice, not slow to put their shields and sharp sword to cut the head of giants, monsters, and still so human mission paths Her Majesty, Don Quixote. Determined to win the glory again, and to show that even old or awakened after many centuries, he was alive, and that nothing and nobody would usurp the place to be so fortunate knight-errant squire braver than ever before. He took firm steps towards the hall, carrying his shield and sword in his right hand, ready to lengthen it if someone tried to stop him. He walked to the door and down a step before he turned his head toward the crowd that neither even looked at him and shouted: “Think very vain that I’m dead and show them what is unique not, return with a rock or a hurricane in hand, to bring down that window where you see my name as dead as my shield and my sword is all rusty. ” Then, out the front door of the National Library of Peru to Abancay Avenue.


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