Two storylines: one that tells us of Dulcineia, the bride of D. Quixote, who travels the world looking for him, where the actors/dancers choreograph a cacophony of movements and the singers never touch the stage floor. The other, a story of people who can’t talk, puppets who are never left alone but for the few inter-scene pauses. The two stories interlace until D. Quixote’s found and Dulcineia is brought back to her hospital home. A play which takes inspiration from a mental hospital but is more lucid than most theatre I've seen on Lisbon's stages for a long while...
