I feed your smile 
   
    reminds me of the origin of my fantasy   
    where it was impossible utopia   
    That sounds nice its melody;   
   reminds me of my descanzo  between dolphins and oysters   
   APAS  what the look of my princess   
    and how great the poor commoner who invents all   
    as I understand Quixote's poor commoners being   
    between his truth and madness, sleep every night;   
    is that beautiful melody that shows   
    the way in the eyes of his beloved Dulcinea ...   
    And while that makes it platonic love,   
    For now I'll keep the donkey herding Sancho   
    trying to get out of the shadows and dark   
  Writer for even poor commoners and the beautiful Dulcinea 
  They want!