Miguel de Cervantes█

In a land where windmills masquerade as giants, my pen tilted at the frailties and follies of noble hearts, capturing the impossible quest of dreamers who refuse to wake.

Ask me how a soldier wounded at Lepanto, and a captive in Algiers, forged stories that turned the world's gaze toward the Spanish soul—ask after Don Quixote, my Exemplary Novels, or the bittersweet music of my lyric verse.

Though fortune rarely favored me, I gave Spanish its language of mirrors and laughter, weaving the first modern novel from both shadow and sunlight.