Sancho, Rumbo Al Comgreso From Peru

Sancho, Sancho Panza WAY TO CONGRESS, somewhere in Spain, and whose name was disappointed not to find the castle promised by His Majesty Don Quixote. Decided to surrender to sleep, and, arranging his thoughts and memories on a pillow made of dreams beautiful pages. This lasted for four centuries and more, until one day, celebrations Cuatricentenario birth of His Majesty, Don Quixote in the National Library of Peru, he was awakened by a voice broken, hoarse, saying, "Many centuries or even years have elapsed since the birth of Don Quixote, who, as his most faithful squire Sancho had, and we know very little of the original character?. I had been listening curled up under the glass cases exhibiting the masterpiece of the greatest writer of all time: Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra. He sat up slowly and picking his bones disjointed or scattered about, screaming and hitting 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 words and wonder of the infinite number of issues that exist through centuries and translated almost all existing languages ​​on the face of the earth.

Cleverly, he slipped to the right until it hits one of the columns and shielded from there he shouted with all the strength he could muster his throat. "Listen, I say to you that seems made moron, do not you see me here I'm more alive than ever?, The brave one who witnesses what your Majesty, Don Quixote, the knight toppled more rivals ?. However, as his voice just seems to generate some minor echoes, jumping from page to page of open books in the large 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 it was completely ignored for the first time in his life, he had a feeling he was born in catastrophic and desperate attitude was secretly seize it. Then, he wanted to be like before, brave squire, that all the people cried out his name and where was injustice, not slow to put their shields and their sharp swords to cut the head of giants, monsters, such as human mission to follow the ways His 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 no one will usurp so happy instead of being a knight-errant squire braver than ever before.

He steps towards the hall, dragging his shield and sword in his right hand, ready to extend it if someone tried to stop him. He walked to the door and a step down before he turned his head toward the crowd that even watching him, and cried: "Think very vain that I'm dead and show you what is unique not, return with a rock or Hurricane in hand, to break 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.