Dulcinea
<p><strong>The time has come for her to tell her story:</strong></p> <p>Oh, Dulcinea del Toboso, light of my night, glory of my sorrow, north of my paths, star of my fortune: may heaven grant you whatever you ask of it, considering the place and the state to which your absence has led me, and may you respond as well as is owed to my faith!<br /> <strong>Don Quixote de La Mancha (Part One, Chapter XXV).</strong><br /> Being the perfect woman, a model of education and charm, lady and mistress to the most famous knight-errant in history, is a burden that Dulcinea no longer wishes to bear. In a world where there is less and less room for ideals, where ethics have given way to aesthetics and morality to corruption, it makes no sense to keep defending impossible dreams. Or perhaps it does? Do we need today, more than ever, a
