Mysteries of Don Quixote

MYSTERIES OF QUIXOTE

Rafael Álvarez, "El Brujo".

Tickets at: 18 y 14€

THE SHOW

Sometimes Don Quixote, sometimes Sancho, sometimes Rafael Álvarez... but always metaphorical, reflective, brilliant. El Brujo visits for the first time the theater of the Museo Universidad de Navarra and unfolds in numerous characters from which to reflect on Cervantes' dichotomy: Quixote and Sancho, madness and reason. Two masks in the skillful play of a mysterious and hidden bululu. It is often impossible to discern who is wiser.

A play about the seduction of the word full of humor that seeks complicity with the audience. An attractive story that questions that Miguel de Cervantes wrote with his imagination and experiences an adventurous plot with a soul of popular sensibility.

TEXT BY RAFAEL ÁLVAREZ "EL BRUJO".

On April 23, 1616, on Leon Street, in Madrid, under the beneficence of a clergyman, surrounded by poor people and women of bad reputation who took care of him until the last moment, forgotten by the court and by everyone, an enlightened genius died a Christian death.

Dressed in the habit of the venerable third order of St. Francis, in his last agony, on the threshold of the door, surrounded by a beam of light, he saw the figure of a knight looking at him intrepidly. It would be said of his eyes that they shone with the glow of madness, but in reality what those eyes expressed was the glow of immortality.

The dying man shouted aloud: "What about this one?" and he himself, in a calm manner, to himself, sweetly answered: "What about you? if I want him to stay and you to come, what about you? You follow me".

His professional brothers and others who cared for him in that trance thought he was delirious, but that was only his particular way of praying. A knight-errant of the word, he recited the end of the Gospel of St. John.

Kahaba of pilgrims, temple of idols or cloister of Christian monks, sheets of the Koran or tablets of the Law, his heart was already a meadow of gazelles. He rode with no other trot than that which his horse wanted, with no other mount than that of love: his only faith, his creed: THE WORD, his only law.

They say that he died in the habit of the fraternity of the unworthy slaves of the sacred sacrament... of THE WORD, and it is true that he served it, like a knight serves his lady. They say his name was Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra, but what does this matter to our story, sir? Whatever his name was, we dedicate this performance to him: THANK YOU.

My father always told me:

- If the audience listens to you, say thank you because you will be more human.

- And will the audience also be more human?

- That is already a matter for the public, Rafael.

Whenever he read this story to us, he closed the book, remembered those taverns in Lucena and said "oh, what I would give to live again...". The mysteries of Don Quixote.