CIUDAD REAL

TOWN HALL

A unique of Neogothic inspiration, built in 1976 by Fernando Higueras.  The architect tried to emulate the decoration of Central European civilan buildings in concrete.  It is situated on the site of the old Town Hall on one side of the main square.

CARILLON CLOCK

Set above the Casa del Arco, the old Town Hall, in the main square in Ciudad Real. At certain times, on the hours, the figures of Don Quixote, Sancho and Cervantes emerge onto the balcony to the sound of the chimes.

TOLEDO GATE

The Puerta de Toledo is one of the few remains of the mediaeval wall that encircled the city and which coincides with the modern-day layout of the ring road, some 4,5 km in length. The fortification of the city had begun in 1297 and, according to chronicles of the era, there were as many as 130 towers along the extensive perimeter. The gate, which was one of the city's most important, ii a robust construction in the Gothic Mudejar style, built using ashlars and rough-hewn locally-sourced limestone blocks. The structure comprises six arches, harmoniously combining pointed and horseshoe arch types. The two exterior arches are pointed, heavily cambered, resting on columns backing on to the wall, another two, of the horseshoe type, one of them pointed and without on alfiz, and two more interior pointed arches, between which the portcullis was lowered.

DON QUIXOTE MUSEUM AND CERVANTES LIBRARY

An exhibition of reproductions of Don Quixote characters, audiovisual display and a magnificent librarydevoted to the theme of Cervantes, available to researchers and students.

GRAN CASINO

This building in the classic style was inaugurated in 1887,and was the work of Sebastian Rebollar. It is well known for its mouldings, for its radiators whose ornamentation is of clearly vegetable inspiration, its beautiful chandeliers or its Literary Meeting Room decorated with mythological motifs. It is used nowadays as a multifunctional cultural space.

CHURCH OF SANTIAGO

This is the city's oldest building, built towards the end of the 13th century and its exterior display great simplicity, with is square, two section tower.  The interior structure is of three naves with a beautifully crafted polychrome celling inspired by the Mudejar style. A striking, polychrome, seven-headed dragon is to be seen on the apse ceiling.

Harmony

Play, sing 
little birds in the forest 
together with the sound of leaves 
streams and clear, 
gushing from the mountains of silver.
Wonderful song sung they, 
stunning our hearts; 
all in the woods humsong of silence.

And there, high in the trees,
 perched like a choir, 
they sing their love song, 
courting and gentle heart!

Wasted years

Wasted years of his hopeless,
among wild parties and discos
occluded cafes and pubs --
they were my home.


Day and night,
noon and sunset,
I stood there I ate and drank.
Trovih his soul with cigarette smoke and alcohol.


Morning as I wake,
cold beer in my hand I take a warm,
I drink a sip of her older
and so on, until the evening.


Life me so desperate
wasted every day
no sunrise or sunset,
I can not see through these wasted years.

On the corner

On the corner stands a lonely old man
and its good he counted legible;
worn suitcases and antiques for sale there
to be wandering passers-by.

Znoya one summer, there on the corner
old antiques sold countless,
among the noise and dust of the busy city
inexorably old man standing there.

And mine znoya of summer
winter frost all out
but the old merchant --
Bone smrazi it.

And this is his life miserable,
not bring him to grief corner
but love and kindness
to the golden hope
for new and new acquaintances.

Flattery

I love your gentle caresses,
I love your passionate breath,
I like talking softly
and quiet to the ear.

Your voice angelic,
incite passion in me,
and they throw me
in your tender embrace.


And when it ended up there ...
What bliss feel,
Having a passionate kiss me
sweet and caressing me.

Мajcho

Oh, majcho Bulgarian,
How did you hear bagpipes playing
Rhodope in dark forests,
how sound and vocal --
drives sheep flocks.

Sycamore old
there HAIDUSHKATA edge meadow
tvojta keep track,
Song of the bagpipers
gigantic and green forests.

Rodopi majcho ... Rodopa!
One song away,
there one bagpipe playing
and you remember the heart,
unforgettable one old tyranny.

She was lying here five centuries,
tuck your songs
thy holy and glorious Bulgarian heroes.
Majcho but you do not forget
remember black and sizes combined ages.

Centuries in which you have not heard the song
did not hear ringing voice of the pipes,
but de rifles cracked in Batak.
Villages ... monasteries and churches are burning ...
... mothers and children - screaming and crying!

Oh, majcho ... iunashka dear,
God bless you,
that you edniyaka us to retain
protectable and loved.

Love

Love is the meaning of life. Beginning and end of a mortal soul. the artist she is "a symbol of the countless sacheneniya, novels, prose, art. For readers - it is a fire that must be controlled because if you love out of control, they izpepeli like wildfire, which can be controlled. Therefore it must be skillfully combined with feelings, humility, pride. When the fore, however, did not immediately throw in his arms, and although she captured and the first pa Know it and then devoted himself with all his heart and soul.

Love is like a prison, because once that is distinguished or entered into lonnoto and can not easily break away from it. Iron shackles of the hands, feet and heart, day and night as the stones weigh.
Among the biggest embezzlement have people who skillfully combine endearments of love with favors free life. Should not indulge, to ride the tide of love, but must be free to live and die.