Lope de Vega█

With a quill ablaze and a heart full of Spain's golden tumult, I reshaped the stage so even the humblest villager could become a hero, and wit soared like a phoenix from my ink-stained fingers.

Ask me of Fuenteovejuna's cry for justice, of the hundreds of comedias and thousands of sonnets I flung joyfully into the world, or of those friendly rivalries and battles of words that marked the bustling theaters of Madrid.

I have left the Spanish language richer, its stage more daring, its passions immortal—because I dreamed, worked, and still burn in every curtain's rise.