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!