Esbozos Anglo - Manchegos (en inglés)

Brand Quixotic Sketches

An artist reflects
A kind Quixote
Gathering magnetic champs
In the fantastic windmill
Of terrifying jaws

A spider from La Mancha
Stares at the god of heroes
From the gray castle of literature

Sweet and definite lie
Belonging to him who waits
Like a madman a woman
From El Toboso

Promise made prophecy
Reflecting the birth
Of a cosmic song
And myth

Author of certain suffering
Experienced by we all
Such creatures bearing light
Giving back with poems
All the things indebted
To a dull Spaniard sun

You finally arrived to the Indian night
In the massive ruedo of Yucatan
You thrilled the purple whirl
Of the Spanish bavardage
And the cathecism

Sufficient alter-ego for Sancho
Perceiving in mirror papers
Disguised with golden furs
Fabulous echo of an ancient fight

Devoted spokesman of a classic era
Your underwear of faithful reader
Brought us the alchemy of an ancient law
Bringing the scent of arches and crossroads

(A light from depths to enlighten a beautiful and trendy west)

In La Mancha you wished to forget
The sick game of swords
And in Montesinos there was everything
In first place an ethereal, lineal
Framework of virtue

Heaven is reached by ideal hands
Kind of eternity discovered
Breaking through the sacrifice
You gave away yourself in hands
Of thankful readers

Bullfight beast
Indisputable boss
Of itinerant adventurers
Friend of the host from Cordova
Sick and furious advocate
Of the sacred statement

“Il est interdit d’entrer à l’enfer”

So far, we reached your voice
In order to leave a lyric treachery
Exceeding in the so-called
magicians of words.

Il est interdit de sortir de l’enfer

Now we tribute the origins
Regarding the titanic perspective
Of a surreal, more than a
Comprehensive view over
The past

From far away,
A tribute to the chevalier is made
With Andinean chorus and gaitas
In the wishful brains and lips
Of devoted, noble,
Quixotic readers.

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Coda.

Esta es una version inglesa de un viejo escrito que pense compartir en un festival quijotesco realizado en el Valle de Atriz hace unos cuatro años.

Abrazos,