The time window

 

The time window

Time Machine Complex.

Under the Arizona desert.

Some Thursday in the future.

E sin falcones e sin adtores mudados.
Sospiro Myo Çid ca mucho auie grandes cuydados.

– Sir, we have audio.

– Okey. Turn up the volume.

… exida de Biuar ouieron la corneia diestra,
E entrando a Burgos ouieron la siniestra.
Meçio Myo Çid los ombros e engrameo la tiesta:
Albricia Albar Ffanez ca echados somos de tierra.

– We got the picture, sir.

– Very good ! Open the window.

– Yes sir.

– A man with a guitar...

– That's not a guitar, sir. That's a lute.

– Okay. It's not important. The important thing is who is he?

– Yes, sir...

Burgeses e burgesas por las finiestras son puestos.
Plorando de los oios, tanto auyen el dolor.

– ...Sir? !He is the one we were looking for!

– Perfect ! Set coordinates !

– Yes, sir.

Que a Myo Çid Ruy Diaz que nadi nol diessen posada,
E aquel que gela diesse sopiesse una palabra,
Que perderie los aueres e mas los oios de la cara,
E aun demas los cuerpos e las almas.

– Fixed coordinates, sir.

– Okey. To my account. Ready ?

– Yes, sir.

– One..

Grande duelo auien las yentes christianas.

– Two...

Asconden se de Myo Çid…

– Three...

...ca nol osan dezir nada…

– Fire ! ...This will be a victory-savor Thursday.

– Impact ! ...Target removed, sir.

– Excellent !!! The Spanish language is dead !!!

– Congratulations, sir