Yo, yo misma y el Mundo

MARK
There's Another Way
Say Something - Anything

JOANNE
Test - One, Two Three ...

MARK
Anything But That

JOANNE
This Is Weird

MARK
It's Weird

JOANNE
Very Weird

MARK
F**kin' Weird

JOANNE
I'm So Mad
That I Don't Know What To Do
Fighting With Microphones
Freezing Down To My Bones
And To Top It All Off
I'm With You

MARK
Feel Like Going Insane?
Got A Fire In Your Brain?
And You're Thinking Of Drinking
Gasoline?

JOANNE
As A Matter Of Fact --

MARK
Honey, I Know This Act
It's Called The 'Tango Maureen'

The Tango Maureen
It's A Dark, Dizzy
Merry-Go-Round
As She Keeps You Dangling

JOANNE
You're Wrong

MARK
Your Heart She Is Mangling

JOANNE
It's Different With Me

MARK
And You Toss And You Turn
'Cause Her Cold Eyes Can Burn
Yet You Yearn And You Churn And Rebound

JOANNE
I Think I Know What You Mean

BOTH
The Tango Maureen

MARK
Has She Ever
Pouted Her Lips
[Tango: Maureen lyrics on http://www.lyricsreg.com]

And Called You 'Pookie'

JOANNE
Never

MARK
Have You Ever Doubted A Kiss Or Two?

JOANNE
This Is Spooky

Did You Swoon
When She Walked Through The Door?

MARK
Every Time - So Be Cautious

JOANNE
Did She Moon Over Other Boys--?

MARK
More Than Moon--

JOANNE
I'm Getting Nauseous

(They dance)

MARK
Where'd you learn to tango?

JOANNE
With the French ambassador's daughter in her dorm room at Miss Porters.
And you?

MARK
With, Ninet Himelfarb, the rabbi's daughter at the Scarsdale Jewish Community Center.
It's hard to do this backwards

JOANNE
You should try it in heels!

She Cheated

MARK
She Cheated

JOANNE
Maureen Cheated

MARK
F**kin' Cheated

JOANNE
I'm Defeated
I Should Give Up Right Now

MARK
Gotta Look On The Bright Side
With All Of Your Might

JOANNE
I'd Fall For Her Still Anyhow

BOTH
When Your Dancing Her Dance
You Don't Stand A Chance
Her Grip Of Romance
Makes You Fall

MARK
So You Think, 'Might As Well'

JOANNE
"Dance A Tango to Hell"

BOTH
'At Least I'll Have Tangoed At All'

The Tango Maureen
Gotta Dance Til Your Diva Is Through
You Pretend To Believe Her
Cause In The End - You Can't Leave Her

But The End It Will Come
Still You Have To Play Dumb
Til You're Glum And You Bum
And Turn Blue

MARK
Why Do We Love When She's Mean?

JOANNE
And She Can Be So Obscene
My Maureen

Both The Tango Maureeeeeen

No sabía a qué se debía el miedo,pues él siempre fue un tipo centrado y constante con sus labores. Cargar los cántaros de leche con soltura era toda una ardua tarea, pues consistía en primer lugar, en salvar su espalda de posibles cargas innecesarias y en segundo lugar poder controlar su ernia..por lo que la cantidad de peso/masa/altura era algo sumamente importante. Como buen matemático, sumaba y restaba, llegaba a las cuentas fácilmente. Todo estaba controlado..

Pero él...sintió el miedo

Finalmente se dio cuenta que la causante de sus miedos, era algo importantísimo para él...LA LECHE EN POLVO

Sopló y sopló, y el polvo se esparció por la calle.

Ya sólo se tenía que preocupar por las coordenadas geométricas que suponía seguir cargando tan solo con la leche.

Cuando llegó a casa, había soplado tanto que no le quedaban polvos para propinar a su ansiada mujer...por lo que finalmente decidió cesar de soplar, y así, aunque tuviera ese pequeño miedo constantemente presente, cuando llegaba a casa podía desahogarse en la cama echándo polvos y esparciendo la leche, en lugar de su polvo por las sábanas.