<!-- It is a november's rainy afternoon. Oscar is thinking about the woman he met yesterday...
He wishes she was there, with him. But she's away. too far.
He can remember her beautiful green eyes staring at him, when he asked her the next dance.
He feels again the sound of that tango flowing through his veins, just the echo of a sensual night with her.
Her beautiful voice, when she said "bravo!" at the end of the dance...
Oscar smiled, shy, and introduced himself. "Oscar... beautiful name..." she added flirting with him.
Boys don't cry. So he now tries to forget the thousands of kilo-meters which divide them now. -->