On the quiet streets of Buenos Aires, Carlos walks away. His footsteps were heavy and his heart was screaching her name. He was limping againts the wall to gain his steps. His hands were tainted with blood and his cheeks were streaming with tears of madness. And behind him suddenly, rang a shot.

It is the year 1854 during the fresh years of Bohemia. Artisans and young men travelling and migrating away from their home far away from the clutches their parents free of politics and embracing the new way of life. A young man from Spain, Carlos Esteviera, travels in hope of finding his true calling as an artist. Hearing of the beauty of the Rio de La Plata and the music of tango, he travels to Buenos Aires.

But it is there he discovers the sinful beauty of Roxanne Garay and how destructive is seduction. The desire of a man for his beloved. The passion of love between them that grows. But alas the suspicion that led to anger, betrayel and jelousy! And without trust, there is no love.

It is a tale of trust and love, but when love can be bought or sold, how can there be trust? And when there is no trust, how can there be love?