“if the show isn’t going well, let’s send in the clowns”

(Como sempre, uma música consegue me traduzir melhor do que eu o faria com as minhas palavras, sempre colocadas como interrogações, dúvidas, incertezas. No final da postagem, um vídeo com a música cantada pela Diva Liz Taylor, numa cena maravilhosa - e totalmente cabível ao meu momento - do musical "A Little Night Music", filme de 1978, adaptação de Sondheim para "Smiles of a Summer Night", de Ingmar Bergman. Não bastasse a letra ser genial e de uma fina ironia, que me seduz e exprime, a música é inspirada na 13ª Serenata de Mozart, conhecida como "A Pequena Música Noturna". Parece bom, e é. Bom e propício. Pra ouvir Liz Taylor, daqui mesmo do Monólogo, mande parar o som do Slide da antepenúltima postagem e aperte o play.)

Send in the clowns

- Stephen Sondheim -

Isn't it rich?

Are we a pair?

Me here at last on the ground,

You in mid-air.

Send in the clowns.

Isn't it bliss?

Don't you approve?

One who keeps tearing around,

One who can't move.

Where are the clowns?

Send in the clowns.

Just when I'd stopped opening doors,

Finally knowing the one that I wanted was yours,

Making my entrance again with my usual flair,

Sure of my lines,

No one is there.

Don't you love farce?

My fault I fear.

I thought that you'd want what I want.

Sorry, my dear.

But where are the clowns?

Quick, send in the clowns.

Don't bother, they're here.

Isn't it rich?

Isn't it queer,

Losing my timing this late

In my career?

And where are the clowns?

There ought to be clowns.

Well, maybe next year.

We are the fools. Let’s do the jokes.