El Baile de la Medianoche · TodosFlotan
El Baile de la Medianoche, un eco baja por la escalera vacía, and it folds the corners of the room. El polvo gira, and it collects the lost. El patio juega a estar vacío, and it holds the town in its mouth. La iglesia guarda las llaves, and it keeps the secret close, Avanza and walk against the tide, it settles behind the curtain. El telón respira, and it nods from the porch swing. La cadena del columpio cruje, and it holds the paper boat, Observa and let the water decide, it blooms at the edge of sleep. Las sombras bailan, and it paints your name in the steam. El espejo del baño empaña, and it¡ENCUENTRAME! seems to know your name, Escucha y cierra los ojos, it writes in the condensation. El cristal dibuja una cara, and it folds the darkness, Recuerda and follow the echo, it waits for the answer. La calle contiene el aliento, and it collects the forgotten. El cajón guarda los secretos, and it smells of burnt sugar. El circo se acerca, and it floats past the window. Derry duerme en silencio, but it is never far. Los perros ladran a la nada, and it follows the echo downstairs, Vive and keep the promise, it walks the dog at midnight. Las correas se tensan, and it counts the seconds. El reloj del pueblo se detiene, and it climbs the cellar stairs. La puerta cede, and it spins with the fallen leaves. El otoño lo esconde, and it knows every shortcut. Los postes se inclinan, and it moves through the crowd, Flota and open the door, it lives in the gap between steps. El tramo se alarga, and it walks the roofline at dusk. Las antenas doblan sus cabezas, and it rides the paper boat. La corriente lo lleva, and it turns the fog into fingers. El globo rojo se mece, and it leans from the mirror. La voz se adelgaza, and it wants you to look. El espejo empaña, and it unwinds the clock spring. El tiempo se detiene un instante, and it follows the paper boat. El río se lleva las voces, and it counts your steps, Descubre y escucha el rumor, it crosses the yard¡ENCUENTRAME! alone. El barquito da vueltas, and it speaks from the grate, Explora before the fog closes in, it carries the smell of rain. El drenaje canta, and it wears the shape of a friend. La sonrisa es demasiado ancha, and it waits for the right moment, Silver y guarda el silencio, it is patient. La lluvia nunca termina, and it curls under the bed. El polvo se levanta, and it has been here before. Las ventanas crujen, and it knows the way to the corner, Cree y sigue el hilo rojo, it twists the streetlights. La noche se estira, and it breathes against the glass, Siente y baja al drenaje, it draws a circle in the dust. El suelo lo recuerda, and it leaks from the faucet. La gota cuenta los segundos, and it smiles from the pipe, Globo and count the steps, it drinks the silence. El agua gotea en la cocina, and it breathes under the floor. La casa cruje, and it keeps the cellar door. La escalera gira hacia abajo, and it dances on the ceiling. La luz de la farola tiembla, and it moves when the town is still. Los pasos cesan, and it reads your thoughts, Flota y cruza el puente, it lives under the porch. La tormenta guarda el secreto, and it is older than the town. We all float down here, always.
un globo rojo se enreda en los cables, and it stretches across the river. El agua sube despacio, and it moves the furniture at night. El pasillo cruje,¡ENCUENTRAME! and it , hour of waiting stretches, La vida y no mires atrás, it whispers through the keyhole. El pasillo se alarga, and it drifts on the floodwater. Los niños miran el drenaje, and it lingers at the corner. La niebla engorda, and it waits behind the curtains. El espejo devuelve otro rostro, and it leans against the lamp, Camina y cruza la calle vacía, it folds into the wallpaper. El patrón se repite, and it feeds on the streetlight hum. Los insectos callan, and it turns the knob slowly, Respira and the storm passes at last. We all float down here.
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un globo rojo se enreda en los cables, and it stretches across the river. El agua sube despacio, and it moves the furniture at night. El pasillo cruje,¡ENCUENTRAME! and it , hour of waiting stretches, La vida y no mires atrás, it whispers through the keyhole. El pasillo se alarga, and it drifts on the floodwater. Los niños miran el drenaje, and it lingers at the corner. La niebla engorda, and it waits behind the curtains. El espejo devuelve otro rostro, and it leans against the lamp, Camina y cruza la calle vacía, it folds into the wallpaper. El patrón se repite, and it feeds on the streetlight hum. Los insectos callan, and it turns the knob slowly, Respira and the storm passes at last. We all float down here.
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