All roads lead to Shakespeare and he, in turn, like a bipolar magnet, is at the same time the center and the vanishing point: the origin of everything and the reason for its eternal return. It would seem then that his literature calls us to look at our faces and recognize ourselves in ourselves and in others, in a dynamic that moves away from fiction and settles in the world that we conceive as real, where there are heroes and nightmares, ominous dreams and also hallucinations and storms. This, then, is a kind of Shakespearean revenge. As humans, we will not be able to free ourselves from the sweet and sometimes bitter yoke of it. A meeting of articles like those that make up this volume gives an account of the constant, eloquent and necessary ritornello, in the face of his open and infinite work. Magna. Incomprehensible. And always, also tirelessly, he appeals to rediscover and reinvent the essence of the human species.