Vaya por delante que Frank Sinatra es uno de mis intérpretes favoritos. Una voz privilegiada, muy elegante, y capaz de transmitir los sentimientos mas íntimos. La foto anterior, obtenida de Internet, creo refleja su imagén en el momento del Conciero.
Para homenajear a este caballero, que además, por sus magníficos papeles en el cine, me trae recuerdos inolvidables, he elegido un bellísima canción del DVD, Concert in the Americas, que se títula Send in The Clowns.
Fué escrita por Stephen Sondheim, y trata de una pareja adulta que ha pasado mucho tiempo juntos, hasta que un día uno de ellos se cansa y decide irse. Si es el hombre o la mujer quien se fué no tiene importancia. Es una separación. Esta maravillosa canción contiene un atractivo juego de palabras y música. El título se refiere a una frase utilizada en los circos cuando ocurre un desastre imprevisto y el presentador llama a los payasos para distraer al público. (Información obtenida en la página www.ompersonal.com.ar.)
Ahora, como haré siempre que sea posible, os ofrezco el video de Youtube y la letra de la canción que interpreta Frank Sinatra acompañado a la guitarra por Tony Mottola.
Send in the Clowns
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 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 the farce?
My fault, I fear
I thought that you'd want
What I want, sorry my dear
But where are the clowns?
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
Where are the clowns?
There ought to be clowns
Well, maybe ... next year
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 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 the farce?
My fault, I fear
I thought that you'd want
What I want, sorry my dear
But where are the clowns?
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
Where are the clowns?
There ought to be clowns
Well, maybe ... next year
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