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El autor de mi familia es mi padre, y yo soy su hijo o hija. El padre de mi padre es mi abuelo, y yo soy su nieto o nieta. El abuelo de mi padre es mi bisabuelo, y yo soy su biznieto o biznieta. El bisabuelo de mi padre es mi tatarabuelo y yo soy su tataranieto o tataranieta. El tatarabuelo de mi padre es mi átavo, y yo soy su adnepos o adneptis. El átavo de mi padre es mi trítavo, y yo soy su trinepos o trineptis. (de: San Isidoro de Sevilla, Etimologías, T.I, Madrid, B.A.C., 2000)

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'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.