Being the perfect woman—a paragon of refinement and charm, the lady and wife of the most famous knight-errant in history—is a burden that Dulcinea no longer wishes to bear.
In a world where ideals have less and less room, where ethics have given way to aesthetics and morality to corruption, it makes no sense to keep defending impossible dreams. Or does it? Do we need Dulcinea today, more than ever? Perhaps she—with humor, pain, irony, and absolute sincerity—is the only one capable of giving us that answer.
