Mysteries of Don Quixote

MYSTERIES OF DON QUIXOTE

Rafael Álvarez, "The Sorcerer"

Tickets: €18 and €14

THE SHOW

Sometimes Don Quixote, sometimes Sancho, sometimes Rafael Álvarez... but always metaphorical, thoughtful, brilliant. El Brujo visits the theater of the University of Navarra Museum for the first time and splits into 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 bululú. It is often impossible to discern who is wiser.

A humorous production about the seductive power of words that seeks to engage the audience. An appealing story that questions whether Miguel de Cervantes wrote an adventurous plot with a soul of popular sensibility based on his imagination and experiences.

TEXT BY RAFAEL ÁLVAREZ "EL BRUJO"

On April 23, 1616, on Calle de León in Madrid, taken in by a clergyman, surrounded by poor people and women of ill repute who cared for him until the very end, forgotten by the court and by everyone else, an enlightened genius died a Christian death.

Dressed in the habit of the venerable Third Order of St. Francis, in his final agony, on the threshold of the door, surrounded by a beam of light, he saw the figure of a knight looking at him fearlessly. One might say that his eyes shone with the glow of madness, but in reality what those eyes expressed was the brilliance of immortality.

The dying man cried out loudly, "What about him?" and calmly, sweetly replied to himself, "What about you? If I want him to stay and you to come, what does that matter to you? You follow me."

His colleagues and others who were caring for him at that moment thought he was delirious, but that was just 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, pages of the Koran or tablets of the Law, its heart was now a meadow of gazelles. He rode at no other pace than that which his horse desired, with no other mount than that of love: his only faith, his creed: THE WORD, his only law.

They say he died wearing the habit of the brotherhood of the unworthy slaves of the holy sacrament... of THE WORD, and the truth is that he served it like a knight serves his lady. They say his name was Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra, but what does that 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, thank them because you will be more human.

- And will the audience also be more human?

- That's up to the public, Rafael.

Whenever he read us this story, he would close the book, remember those taverns in Lucena, and say, "Oh, what I would give to live again..." The Mysteries of Don Quixote.