El Tango de Roxanne

Cuando era un nene, mi mamá y mis abus me enseñaron que había que respetar a la gente, y que había que compartir las cosas. Por eso, comparto con vosotros mi huída de esta noche de las faltas de respeto y cabreo general (Estigma de la homofobia, en ogame hispano).

Se oye la voz del gran Bowie:
"There was a boy... A very strange, enchanted boy... They say he wandered very far, very far, over land and sea A little shy and sad of eye, but very wise was he... And then one day, one magic day, he passed my way And while we spoke of many things, fools and kings This he said to me... 'The greatest thing you'll ever learn Is just to love...and be loved in return.'"

Más tarde, entra en escena la voz grave, gravísima, de José Feliciano:
"We have a dance... in the brothels... of Buenos Aires. It tells the story... of prostitution... and a man... who falls in love... with her."

Taconazos y violines desgarradores hacen el resto.
"First there is desire... Then passion. Then... suspicion! Jealousy, anger, betrayal! When love is for the highest bidder, there can be no trust. Without trust there is no love. Jealousy, yes, jealousy, will drive you, will drive you... MAD!!"