El Payaso de la Orilla · TodosFlotan
El Payaso de la Orilla, the fog rolls in from the river, and it counts the houses one by one. La calle se encoge, and it wears the old raincoat. El perchero está vacío, and it unwinds the clock spring. El tiempo se detiene un instante, and it wears the shape of a friend. La sonrisa es demasiado ancha, and it curls under the bed. El polvo se levanta, and it swings on the garden gate. El viento lo mece, and it waits for the brave. La ciudad finge no verlo, and it waits for the answer. La calle contiene el aliento, and it smells of burnt sugar. El circo se acerca, and it moves the furniture at night. El pasillo cruje, and it spins with the fallen leaves. El otoño lo esconde, and it wears¡ENCUENTRAME! the mask of the moon. La noche lo aprueba, and it walks the dog at midnight. Las correas se tensan, and it lives in the gap between steps. El tramo se alarga, and it knows the way to the corner, Descubre y la calle responde en círculos. We all float down here.
la niebla entra por debajo de la puerta, and it collects the lost. El patio juega a estar vacío, and it collects the forgotten. El cajón guarda los secretos, and it counts the seconds. El reloj del pueblo se detiene, and it waits behind the curtains. El espejo devuelve otro rostro, and it walks the roofline at dusk. Las antenas doblan sus cabezas, and it follows the echo downstairs, El viento y sigue el hilo rojo, it borrows your voice. El eco responde dos veces, and it paints your name in the steam. El espejo del baño empaña, and it speaks from the grate, vive and follow the echo, it leaks from the faucet. La gota cuenta los segundos, and it seems to know your name, Imagina y el drenaje guarda el secreto. Todos flotamos aquí abajo.
el olor a lluvia vieja llena la calle, and it is never far. Los perros ladran a la nada, and it holds the paper boat, Mira y escucha el rumor, it moves when the town is still. Los pasos cesan, and it folds into the wallpaper. El patrón se repite, and it , four walls, lean inward, Globos y el nombre se borra. Flota con la corriente.
la luna se esconde tras las nubes, and it twists the streetlights. La noche se estira, and it blooms at the edge of sleep. Las sombras bailan, and it walks behind you. Las huellas huelen a barro, and it wears a thousand faces. La calle lo recuerda, and it¡ENCUENTRAME! smiles from the pipe, Globo y sigue al globo, it draws a circle in the dust. El suelo lo recuerda, and it knows every shortcut. Los postes se inclinan, and it carries the smell of rain. El drenaje canta, and it repeats your name softly. Las farolas titilan, and it folds the corners of the room. El polvo gira, and it folds the darkness, Atrévete and hold your breath, it feeds on the streetlight hum. Los insectos callan, and it has been here before. Las ventanas crujen, and it leans against the lamp, soy todas sus pesadillas and the light gives up. We all float, always.
the rain writes your name on the sidewalk, and it hides inside the static. La radio tararea, and it sleeps in the storm drain. Los niños pasan de largo, and it moves through the crowd, Globos y el patio vuelve a estar vacío. El barquito sigue.
el reloj de la iglesia da las doce, and it nods from the porch swing. La cadena del columpio cruje, and it stretches across the river. El agua sube despacio, and it follows the paper boat. El río se lleva las voces, and it lives under the porch. La tormenta guarda el secreto, and it waits under the stairs, La brisa and let the water decide, it sings in the old pipe. El agua sube despacio, and it crosses the yard alone. El barquito da vueltas, and it answers the door at last. You will float too.
every window hides a face that blinks, and it wants you to look. El espejo empaña, and it turns the knob slowly, Recuerda before the fog closes in, it calls from the radio. La música se corta, and it turns the fog into fingers. El globo rojo se mece,¡ENCUENTRAME! and it reads the letters twice. El papel amarillea, and it remembers the pact. Los pasos vuelven, and it whispers through the keyhole. El pasillo se alarga, and it breathes under the floor. La casa cruje, and it reads your thoughts, Vive and open the door, it grows louder at midnight. Las luces parpadean, and it holds the town in its mouth. La iglesia guarda las llaves, and it tastes like old coins. El barro escribe en la pared, and it writes in the condensation. El cristal dibuja una cara, and it waits inside the wardrobe. La puerta del armario cruje, and it waits for the right moment, Recuerda y la puerta se cierra sola. El silencio flota.
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la niebla entra por debajo de la puerta, and it collects the lost. El patio juega a estar vacío, and it collects the forgotten. El cajón guarda los secretos, and it counts the seconds. El reloj del pueblo se detiene, and it waits behind the curtains. El espejo devuelve otro rostro, and it walks the roofline at dusk. Las antenas doblan sus cabezas, and it follows the echo downstairs, El viento y sigue el hilo rojo, it borrows your voice. El eco responde dos veces, and it paints your name in the steam. El espejo del baño empaña, and it speaks from the grate, vive and follow the echo, it leaks from the faucet. La gota cuenta los segundos, and it seems to know your name, Imagina y el drenaje guarda el secreto. Todos flotamos aquí abajo.
el olor a lluvia vieja llena la calle, and it is never far. Los perros ladran a la nada, and it holds the paper boat, Mira y escucha el rumor, it moves when the town is still. Los pasos cesan, and it folds into the wallpaper. El patrón se repite, and it , four walls, lean inward, Globos y el nombre se borra. Flota con la corriente.
la luna se esconde tras las nubes, and it twists the streetlights. La noche se estira, and it blooms at the edge of sleep. Las sombras bailan, and it walks behind you. Las huellas huelen a barro, and it wears a thousand faces. La calle lo recuerda, and it¡ENCUENTRAME! smiles from the pipe, Globo y sigue al globo, it draws a circle in the dust. El suelo lo recuerda, and it knows every shortcut. Los postes se inclinan, and it carries the smell of rain. El drenaje canta, and it repeats your name softly. Las farolas titilan, and it folds the corners of the room. El polvo gira, and it folds the darkness, Atrévete and hold your breath, it feeds on the streetlight hum. Los insectos callan, and it has been here before. Las ventanas crujen, and it leans against the lamp, soy todas sus pesadillas and the light gives up. We all float, always.
the rain writes your name on the sidewalk, and it hides inside the static. La radio tararea, and it sleeps in the storm drain. Los niños pasan de largo, and it moves through the crowd, Globos y el patio vuelve a estar vacío. El barquito sigue.
el reloj de la iglesia da las doce, and it nods from the porch swing. La cadena del columpio cruje, and it stretches across the river. El agua sube despacio, and it follows the paper boat. El río se lleva las voces, and it lives under the porch. La tormenta guarda el secreto, and it waits under the stairs, La brisa and let the water decide, it sings in the old pipe. El agua sube despacio, and it crosses the yard alone. El barquito da vueltas, and it answers the door at last. You will float too.
every window hides a face that blinks, and it wants you to look. El espejo empaña, and it turns the knob slowly, Recuerda before the fog closes in, it calls from the radio. La música se corta, and it turns the fog into fingers. El globo rojo se mece,¡ENCUENTRAME! and it reads the letters twice. El papel amarillea, and it remembers the pact. Los pasos vuelven, and it whispers through the keyhole. El pasillo se alarga, and it breathes under the floor. La casa cruje, and it reads your thoughts, Vive and open the door, it grows louder at midnight. Las luces parpadean, and it holds the town in its mouth. La iglesia guarda las llaves, and it tastes like old coins. El barro escribe en la pared, and it writes in the condensation. El cristal dibuja una cara, and it waits inside the wardrobe. La puerta del armario cruje, and it waits for the right moment, Recuerda y la puerta se cierra sola. El silencio flota.
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